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You are on your back, the dude with the huge dick is pumping your ass like he is possessed. You have no idea if he is poz or not, all you know is that his massive pole feels great going balls deep into your negative ass. New to barebacking, you quickly forget about the risks when you see a cock and start think how good it will feel slipping into your ass. But tonight is different. Tonight that magic dick is going to spew a toxic load into your tender ass and start your conversion. You are ten seconds from taking the stealth poz load that will change your life. And now, the process is launched and there is nothing you can do to reverse it. You are not poz yet, but you are seconds away from infection. At P (poz) minus 10, the process starts. All of the efforts of the top ramming his cock into your ass are about to pay off. The level of arousal is such that the orgasm that will convert you has started. Wham, the rear most sphincter in his piss tube slams such. This seals the tube on one and and keeps the piss out of the cum. P minus 9 sees the prostrate (with the piss tube running through it) begin to stir up the toxic stew that will deliver the virus to mucus membrane in you shit chute. P minus 8 and the front piss tube sphincter slams closed. Now, the prostates mix of sperm, virus, fluids and sperm food fills the sealed tube. The top knows the feeling of his cock swelling for orgasm. As the tube fills with that potentially lethal mix, his breathing deepens, his thrusts become my animalistic and he may start groaning as he enjoys the feel of his ever more engorged cock. P minus 6 and the tube is nearly full. While only 5 percent of the volume is sperm, there are as many as 500,000,000 of the little baby makers ready to make the swim of their lives----but will only die in the dark dank reaches of you queer asshole. There are a number of different fluids that are present as well---most of them are carrying the virus that will soon infect your body. P minus 5 and the top shouts OH GOD, and moves into the second phase of his virus inserting orgasm. The pressure in the closed off piss tube has reached the maximum and it signals the front sphincter to open suddenly. The built up cum pressure forces the poison wad to start moving toward your cock head. P minus 4 and the jizz is near the glans....the top's very meaty, mushroom cockhead. The state of overall arousal and the sensation of the dollop of cum reaching the glans combines for more action. The muscle like parts of that glorious piece of man meat start contracting. The top's work is nearly done. The tensing of the those cock control system expel the shot with great force.....as much as 80 miles per hour. And all you know is that you are enjoying a great fuck and you know Mr. Top is about to explode into your willing ass. The virus that causes HIV+ has been launched and will soon be residing you that ass you think is just being used for fun and sex. T minus 3 and the filthy load is out of the tip of the cock and free flowing towards the lining of your rectum. Splat and it hits you.....the virus is now yours and no longer just a theory it is in your ass. The top continues to spasm and shoot parts of his gift. The continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down your hole. He is increasing the points of contact---so the virus has more opportunities---and you are just wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked. T minus 2 and the top is nearly done. HIs strokes are not as deep, his cock is softening, but his deed is done, he has mixed a toxic wad of white sticky goo and shot it deep into your ass. He then smeared it for maximum effect. T minus 1 and he with draws. Now it is up to the virus and the receptiveness of your ass. The brutal fucking had damaged the lining of the very thin membranes of you ass-cunt so you are ready for accepting your fate. T minus ZERO--blast off. The virus containing cum that is smeared inside you begins offloading the passengers. The poor sperm are condemned to die in your shit hole or will be expelled with the next dump you take. But the HIV causing virus is very happy, the warm dark hole is a good place for them. The thin and damaged walls of your rectum make it easy to move in. And they begin gathering together and replicating and preparing to wage a war on your immune system. A war they will win. You may feel the battle if you develop the fuck flu. You may never know there was a war until, you get that test result you are not expecting. But for now, you have no idea that the war was started, all you know is that you are simply laying there, cum in your ass, happily and thoroughly fucked. It is just a mater of days until the war has been won and you are HIV+. You have no clue what happened in the past 10 seconds. You have just been pozzed

I felt the massive, 12.5 diameter head of the black annihilator dildo press against my hungry ass. “Is my boy’s pussy hungry?” Mark asked. I just moaned and reached back to open my asscheeks for him. My pussy wasn’t just hungry, it was ravenous with need. The deep fuck, massive booty bump, and giant load of chempiss had taken me nearly beyond reason. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as the giant dildo began to slowly push into my ass. It felt huge, its firm head pushing my lips inward for a bit. Daddy kept steady pressure on it, all the while hissing for me to take it. I had taken this tool before, usually at the end of the night, but tonight was different. Tonight Mark had gotten his wish ever since he started to mold my twink ass—I had been given a taste of deep fucking and I craved more. The pressure on my ass was steady, it felt like a baby’s head, the giant silicone glans of the thing, as it pushed at the entrance to my hole. Suddenly, my lips opened up and in it popped. I gave a sharp cry, arched my back, and groaned deeply. Mark held the dildo steady, letting me get used to it. “Slid right in this time, you little slut,” he said, “Gonna fuck you so deep.” Although I definitely wanted it, I had some serious doubts about the annihilator fucking me. I had taken the toy many times—or most of it—but my hole was tight enough that Daddy could only slowly push it in, make me hold it for a bit, and then slowly pull it out. I was also worried about my ability to get fucked with the giant toy because he had taken my poppers away again. After he filled my ass with a huge load of chempiss and plugging it inside me, he had kept me face down ass up on the bed while he watched part of yet another fisting porn scene. I was too high to watch it, and I couldn’t see the TV anyway with my head turned to the side and my chest close to the bed so the chempiss could work it’s way deep inside. After about 15 minutes, he said, “That’s had time to cook your hole. “ He reached down and grabbed the poppers from my hand. Putting them on his bedside table, next to the faint remains of our crystal supply, he directed me into the bathroom where he yanked the plug out and what little liquid not completely absorbed into my body dribbled out of my hole. I groaned and begged him to use me. And that’s where I was now, being used by my Daddy. Right now it felt amazing, too, the giant head lodged in my first chamber. “Squeeze your hole around the head,” Mark commanded, “Suck on it with your ass like you suck on my asshole, you nasty slut.” I did as he commanded, squeezing my ass muscles around the giant head. I immediately grunted and then moaned as the feeling of fullness increased sharply. The thing felt like a bowling ball in my ass. “Do it again,” Mark demanded, “And keep the pressure on until I tell you to stop.” I took a breath and as always, did as I was told. It really did feel incredible, this giant toy stuffed in my anal cavity. I could feel it reshaping and remodeling my insides, it’s hard shape pushing against my walls. “Take another breath,” he said, “And as you let it out stop sucking on the head and push out.” I took a deep breath, let up the pressure and pushed out—and that’s when Daddy made his move. With firm but gentle pressure he pushed the dildo into my hole. I could feel my second ring open, in a way it never had before, and I felt the big head move into my second ring. It got in about half way when it started to hurt. Daddy saw me start to tense up and he stopped. “Just breathe,” he said, “Breath and feel the stretch.” I had never felt this before—the toy felt bigger and more filling than ever before. I breathed in again, and as I let it out, Mark pushed gently and it was in. The giant head was inside my second ring and my asslips were wrapped around the slightly thicker shaft. I could feel the asymmetrical shape of the shaft filling my ass, the the fake vein stretching and bulging the bottom of my asslips so tight. I moaned loudly and deeply. Daddy held the toy perfectly still. I was breathing heavily, my mind a jumble. “Fuuuuuck,” I moaned, “Please Daddy fuck me deep.” I could practically hear him smirk, although I was focused more on the intense feelings from my ass more than anything in the world. “That’s what I am doing, you slut,” Again there was the pause, the little moment of respite for the building of desire. Mark knew the exact rhythm how much more body could take. He knew when to push, when to hurt me, and when to make me wait. It only took a few seconds, as hungry as my ass had become, and without thinking about it my hole relaxed slightly, my back arched, and I moaned. As I did so he pushed slowly and steadily as more and more of the dildo—bigger than either of my arms—disappeared up my ass. I groaned, lost to thought, feeling nothing but submission and I desire to have my ass filled. Slowly but surely, my ass opened until all 16 inches of the tool was buried to the hilt. I was shaking very slightly now, panting, with low deep moans between pants. I bucked my ass a tiny bit, like a bitch in heat, as I felt the giant tool stretch me completely. I couldn’t move much—the annihilator’s immobilized the middle of my body, it vast firm thickness filling me from my assring to deep, deep inside. “Oh daddy, fuuuuck meeeee,” I begged. “Take me, use me, fuuuck meee.” If it had been obscene before, when my mouth was glued to his assring, this was even more so. My skinny flat twink ass bisected by the giant black silicon shaft. My asslips were completely taut—even if there had been more crystal, there was no way a finger was going between that ring and the silicon god ravishing my hole. Daddy held the beast steady, using both hands around its giant balls. The toy rose and fell with my deep panting, every moan causing it to bob slightly. I was masterful display of dominance, the way he kept that shaft firmly planted all the way in my hole. After a good five minutes of this—Mark later told me the giant fucker was so heavy, he couldn’t keep it steady much more—Daddy told me to breath and slowly, tortuously, the giant toy excited my hole. Expecting a rest, I flopped on my back. “Legs up, cunt, daddy demanded, “Your need to be fucked.” Once my legs were in the air, Daddy pushed the toy back in. It slid in slowly but smoothly, barely registering any resistance from my broken down inner ring, although he knew when it did by the deep moan I let out. Once there, Daddy wedged the toy on the bed, letting about an inch of it out of my guts so the heavy balls could rest on the bed. I was panting again, breathing heavily from the intensity of this second deep fuck. The toy was huge in my ass, making my ass the absolute center of my universe. I could honestly think of nothing else, could feel nothing but the incredible giant fullness, the stretch, the constant oscillation of pain and pleasure emanating from my anal cavity. Mark laid back and reached for his cigarettes. On screen, a group of German muscle men were engaged in a noisy fistful. But I could barely see them, my mind was so engrossed in trying to understand the feeling of something so large lodged in what felt like the root of my body. As I lay there trying to both come down from the deep fuck and the feeling of fullness, Daddy put his cigarette down and started using his mouth and hands to pinch and bite my nipples. After doing this a bit, his teeth clamped down hard on one nipples and I felt him move the base of the toy of the bed and slowly push those final inches into my hole. I groaned loudly, and Mark bit my tit harder. “Do it, please, do it. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuuuck meee “ I begged. Mark began to slowly pull the toy out, about four inches and then back in. He did this slowly over and over again. The entire time I begged him to keep fucking me, feeling the giant head of the dildo and the massive shaft reshaping every part of my insides. It hurt some, especially as the head moved inside me, but I began to crave it more, The rough play at the start of the session which Mark had soothed with his fist full of Tina—had implanted a dark desire deep in my soul. Mark slowly sat up, keeping the relentless slow fuck going, but now he began to pull out further, six inches out and back in, then relentless 8 inches and back in. “Harder, daddy, more,” I panted, “Fuck me with your giant cock.” My begging egged him on. He knew the toy was so obscenely big that it magnified all feelings in my add, but he also had me where he had been molding me for weeks—with a serious hunger for deep fucking and taste for some rough, hard, okay. And so fuck me he did, relentlessly. There was no way the toy was going to be able to punched in and yanked out, the way he had with the little beaded dildo at the beginning of the night. But he had the perfect tool for a Tina-craved size-queen twink who he had taught to crave bigger and harder things. He pulled it out and pushed it in, increasing the fuck speed by tiny amounts until he was long dicking my ass with the dildo, pulling it until the big head was in my first chamber, and then pushing it relentlessly forward, stretching and ruining my inner ring. I lay there, legs high over my head, so turned on I was tweaking my nipples and touching my body, feeling the giant tool rearranging my insides as I felt my abdomen move from the outside. My head was all over the place. The toys hurt, it felt amazing, it felt like someone was dragging a bowling ball in and out of my ass. It felt like I couldn’t live without someone using my hole like this every day. He fucked me for what felt like forever—I don’t know if it was 5 minutes or 40–but he delivered a final series of four harder nearly full length fucks of the dildo, each one causing me to cry out and writhe in pleasure and pain. “Like it when I fuck you like that?” Mark growled, delivering the final deep fuck. He pulled the the giant tool out of my hole too quickly and I cried out. As I went to put my legs down, panting from the ass workout. “Stay put,” he commanded, and lined the head of the dildo with my ass and in one push, the hardest and roughest he’d been, pushed the giant dildo through my anal ring, the giant head pushing and bruising my ass as it slipped easily through my second ring, and lodged itself deep in the furthest reaches of my colon. There was a pause. I was moaning heavily, panting, sweat streaming off of body from the intense fucking. My jumbled mind knew only that my hole was his to command, I could think about nothing other than getting more of that fullness, more of that fucking, more of that giant hardness stretching me. And then with slow and steady pressure Daddy pulled the giant tool out of my hole in own smooth motion. As the giant head entered the outer chamber of my ass he pulled harder, and my world exploded into stars and I yelled “Fuuuuuck” as the giant head pulled my asslips out into a giant rosebud. Mark said nothing, put the toy down, lit a cigarette, and turned his eyes to the porn on screen.

Mark’s teeth bit into my nipple while his hand pushed the big red anal bead into my hole. Pain and pleasure mixed in my head—the booty bump he had given me earlier made me feel like I needed his abuse. I craved this roughness. “I am gonna get real nasty with you,” he said in a low voice in my ear. “Leave your hole open and dripping wet.” At that exact moment I felt the big bead slide in, its coating of crisco smoothing the way, although the rough leather cord holding the beads together always hurt a bit. A sharp cry escaped my mouth, and at first I felt two full—the two big beads stretching my hole too much too fast. But then the feeling changed, as it always seemed to, into one of intense pleasure and I moaned, already craving more. Mark was the man who was training my hole, molding into the shape and size he wanted. We had met on a chat line—one of those now crazy-seeming, pre-internet ways I met guys to hook up with in the late 1990s. His voice had come on the line, a slight hint of Southern-good-old-boy in his voice, I said I was a total bottom, and did he like to use toys? His response was that he loved to use toys on bottom boys. And that he did. I was in my mid-20s then, 5’7”, a bit of a Twink, with dark blonde hair, decent body but no six pack. A flat skinny ass that Daddy loved to shave at the start of our sessions. Right after the first bump and then the series of deep enemas he gave me to get me ready for him. He was probably in his late 40s then, decent body that he didn’t work out. He was trim. Sort of a classic thinner dad bod. Dark brown hair in a conservative cut for his law firm job. Not a lot of body hair to begin with and he kept his cock and balls hairless. To be honest his cock was average, probably 7 inches hard. As a major size queen, it really didn’t turn me on. But Mark did turn me on. I loved how when I arrived at his door, usually late at night high on Tina and X from a night out, he made me strip in his living room and get on my knees and suck his cock. He always smelled of cigarettes and stale sweat and beer. His asshole, which he always demanded I worship during breaks in holeplay, tasted exciting and musty. I loved the feeling of submission I got from worshiping his asshole with my tongue. He bit my nipple again, and I felt him push the third bead against my hole, the rough leather cording hurting a bit. “Take a hit of poppers,” he said, “Let it in,”as he began to push hard. I took a big hit, holding it in and then letting it out in a rush. The third bead slowly began to push in, the feeling of fullness overwhelming me as my mind spun from the poppers. I felt my hole stretched hard, the other two beads shifting, trying to make space for this third one that my sir wanted to put in me. I struggled and moaned, but Mark just continued to press. The third one was always difficult, and sometimes just wouldn’t fit. It was one of the things I loved about Mark, his ability to make me ride the line between pain and pleasure. By this point we had got together maybe three times, but somehow he knew what I craved. He knew I craved the pain of a rough stretch but he never pushed it so hard it actually caused damage. The bead reached its widest point, and Mark gave it a harder push. It wouldn’t go in, but he kept it in position, making my hole accommodate the widest stretch possible. He bit my nipple again. “Open that hole boy,” he growled in my ear, “I want to take you deep.” The problem of the third bead was my inner ring—if it wasn’t stretched to take at least one of the other two beads, then the third one would never go in. His obsession with deep play scared me, to be honest, but on my way to his place in a cab I always vowed to be a good boy, to do what he demanded, to let him take my hole. At this point, my hole was feeling the pain a bit more than the pleasure. The rough leather cord, so exciting a minute before, was starting to hurt. Mark saw the change, and let the third ball pop out. “Keep those other two in boy,” he said, “Let daddy stretch you out.” He lay back to watch the fisting porn playing on the screen in his dimly lit bedroom while reaching for a cigarette. I knew I was expected to keep the balls in, but it was difficult. As I started to whine, Mark said, “Keep them in. In a few second you are going to be begging me for more.” And so I did I was told and kept the big beads inside. As I turned my attention ti the big dildos being used on the muscly bottom on screen, I began to feel the fullness as pleasure, and I put my legs up higher, exposing my hole more directly. It never failed, once I was relaxed and saw what was happening on screen I always begin to crave it again. I knew it was partially the Tina, but it was also me. Mark freed my need for submission, made me want to be hurt, to feel the pain and pleasure of my hole being stretched. “See pig,” Mark smirked, blowing cigarette smoke in my face, “I know just what my boy needs.” “Please sir, “ I begged, “use my hole.” Mark looked cross, and said “Not know, bitch, let me finish my cigarette.” He lay back, lightly stroking his meat, while watching the moaning bottom on screen get railed with a big toy. I lay beside him, fingers now moving around my hole, dipping into its greasy depths a bit. I knew better than to ask again, for if I did, he would slap me hard across the face for not listening, and then he would make me wait for a long time before he used my hole. While I wanted the abuse, I also needed my hole used while I was riding this high. So I kept my mouth shut, knowing I was here to be used in Mark’s way, on Mark’s time. If I wasn’t so honey I would be apprehensive—for when he pulled hard and removed the beads I was going to get quite a ride. It always was, and I always wanted more. I closed my eyes for a second, reveling in the feeling of the beads in my hole. I spread my legs wide, my body saying “fuck me.” And at that moment my master hole stretcher pounced. His teeth bit hard on my nipple as his hand yanked on the cord. There was a moment of equilibrium, when he pulled and the muscles in my ass resisted, but then it happened, the beads began their explosive way out of my ass. The feeling was indescribable, it definitely hurt but strangely it felt wonderful as the rough cord and huge rubber balls made their way out of my anal cavity. He was not being gentle today and just pulled hard until I saw stars and the first bead came out. I moaned loudly, expecting a break, but today there would be no rest—Mark wanted the second bead and my ass would give it. He continued to pull hard until I was panting and morning suddenly felt my insides turn out as the second ball was expelled. I lay back, legs still spread wide and asshole up, panting and feeling the delayed reaction as the nerve signals from my ass reached my head. I closed my eyes, expecting the usual minute of rest, when I felt Mark’s hands at my hole. Suddenly, something long and somewhat thin and ribbed was shoved hard up my hole. My eyes shot open in surprise as I felt the first of the little beads on the dildo enter my second hole. “You will open for me,” Mark said, “I will take you deep” as he pushed the beaded dildo home. By this point, I was gasping, my mind a jumble of pain and pleasure signals. It was the somewhat long, very stiff, pretty thin black beaded dildo he had just shoved in me. And it hurt. “Take a hit of poppers boy,” Mark said, “And get used to that feeling. That part of your hole is mine.” I did as instructed, and in seconds the deep dildo felt great. Now Mark was fucking me with it, gently taking the beaded diodo out of that deep place and putting it back, teaching me to crave attention in that space. He gave me a long final fuck, and shoved it home hard again. A low whine escaped my lips, and as my mouth opened, his tabaco-scented mouth covered mine, his tongue pushing half way down my throat. Only Mark could violate my mouth and ass at the same time and make it feel so right. He lay back and lit another cigarette. When we were partying, he smoked like a fiend. And while I normally didn’t like cigarettes, somehow it was associated with our sleazy sex and through the drug haze, was hot. I started to come down from the poppers and put my legs down. Again, watching the screen where a top was elbow fisting a boy in a sling. “You will get there, pig,” Mark said, as he leaned back, pointing at the screen. We relaxed this way for a bit. Sometimes my hole would throb around the beaded dildo and start to hurt. Then my hole would relax and the deep, deep, craving would come as I watched the fisting on screen. After about 10 minutes Mark reached over and I put my legs up, giving him access to my hole. He began gently fucking me with the beaded dildo again, working especially on that inner ring. He fucked me slow for a few minutes while I did poppers. After my second hit, he pushed the dildo in all the way, paused a moment, and in one hard yank pulled the beaded dildo out of my second hole and all the way out. It was the most pain he had ever caused me and I cried out. My hole was on fire as he had pulled my insides out. I started to whine, “You hurt me.” At that moment his whole hand entered my hole and his fingers began pushing and toying with my second ring. I felt a familiar burn as he deposited a huge booty bump from the inside of his palm. His fingers pushing most of it into my deeper place. Now my hole really was on fire. Within seconds the burning fire was replaced with the beginnings of another fire, that need to have my hole destroyed. He toyed with my inner ring for a minute, pushing one then two fingers in, and then quickly yanked his hand out. I lay back, panting, my body and my mind a jumble. To say I was turned on would be a massive understatement.I I was beginning to feel my world compress. My hole was taking over—it was the largest booty bump I had ever done, and Mark had used it to sooth the pain of the roughest fuck he had ever given me. He leaned back and smirked at me. “Feel good now?” My mind was a jumble, my heart racing, and the pleasure and need kept rising. I didn’t know it, but a booty bump got the Tina into my bloodstream just a fraction less quickly than injecting it. And my daddy had just given me a huge bump. My legs rose and my fingers began playing with my hole. “Want more do you, you little slut? Let’s take a little break while that warms you up for me,” he said, reaching for yet another smoke. “I wanna hear you beg me to fuck your hole.” He leaned back, ignoring me and focusing on the porn, a VHS tape onto which I had copied all of the Director ‘s cuts fisting scenes. I lay there, feeling the need in my hole continue to grow. Daddy had made a statement with that series of pain and pleasure moments. And that statement was that I was in his bed to get fucked deep. My fear of that was evaporating, as his masterful opening of my inner ring—and filling it with something guaranteed to make my inner hole crave it—began to take over. We lay there for a few moments, my desire to be filled growing more and more, and without even thinking, I began to beg. The video ended and the room got darker. I was so lost in my need I moved my head to his cock and began to suck, begging to be fucked. He moved his balls aside, indicating I should serve his asshole. As I did my ass rose as my desire to be used by him became overwhelming. He pulled me up and pushed me down beside me, filling my mouth with his tongue. And then I felt something big beginning to be pushed into my hole. I didn’t know what it was, only that I felt like a big plug, I struggled a bit with it and took a hit of poppers and it slid in. It felt like a plug but wasn’t, there was no base. He lay back and said nothing. I was too lost in the feelings of ecstasy to focus and just kept my hands on my nipples. A few minutes later Mark began to push again. This time what felt like an even bigger plug began to fill my ass. It felt huge and I struggled and panted. I huffed on the poppers and breathed deeply and suddenly my inner ring was stretched and then second plug went in while the first pass into my inner ring. I was know more open, more full, and fucked deeper than I had ever been. I panted and groaned and Mark just bit my nipple. I could have put my hands down to feel the toy, but I was too lost in ecstasy. All I knew was that this toy kept getting bigger. I felt incredibly stretched and full. And hornier than ever. “What is this toy?” I asked. “I thought the giant inflatable toy broke?” “It did,” Mark smirked, “Just enjoy this and you can see the toy when I am done.” I lay back, my mind a jumble of pleasure. The feeling of fullness was so complete, the room was quite dark now without the porn on screen, that I really just did what I needed to do: I enjoyed the feeling. I must have lain there with my legs up and my guts stuffed full for 10 minutes. Mark smoked another cigarette, then finally noticed the porn was off and went to put in another VHS tape. He lay down beside me on the bed and reached over and kissed me. As he did, he took the poppers from my hand. “No poppers now,” he said, “just breathe while I fuck your ass.” His fingers toyed at the entrance to my hole. It was stuffed so full he couldn’t get his fingers in, although he certainly tried. Suddenly, I felt a gentle pressure as he grasped the handle and began to push. I had taken big toys many times before. In fact, I could take a giant-headed dildo all the way deep, much deeper than a fist. But it was nothing like the feeling I felt now. He pushed very slowly and I groaned deep. It felt like he was driving a truck up my ass. Each of my rings began to stretch at the same time—the inner smaller plug going deeper in me than it felt like anything had ever gone, the second bigger plug stretching my second ring wider than it had ever been stretched, and my assring pulled so tight I feared it would pop. “Breathe boy, breathe deep,” he growled, “Let me take your ass and make it mine.” He kept up a slow and steady pressure (he really did now just how hard to push me) and slowly, agonizingly, the toy began it slow entrance. When it got to the widest part he stopped it, holding my each of the rings of my assrings gaping open at the widest point. I grunted. He leaned in an whispered in my ear, “That’s how I fuck my bitch,” and then he pushed it home. The feeling was incredible. I was moaning and panting, literally his bitch in heat. At that moment I knew I would do whatever he wanted me to do just to feel that incredible feeling again. Every big cock or big toy that had fucked me before faded away: this was my purpose. To be deep fucked by him. After I lay like this a few minutes, him whispering dirty talk about opening me up and fucking me deep, the feeling changed again. I was no longer too full. I needed more. This time, I actually reached down and felt the toy. It wasn’t all in side of me. After that last plug there was a short length of thick silicone before a wide flat flat and then a rigdged flat handle. My eyes went wide, and he said, “Yes, you have the entire big Manrammer in your pussy. And I see you want more,” he grinned. He reached down and slowly, slowly, pushed it the rest of the way in. He paused and I just begged, “Please fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” “Get used to that a second, and then we will see if I can fuck you with it,” he said, reaching again for his cigarettes. I lay there beside him still panting and squirming. After his cigarette was done, he reached down and I felt a burn. He had given me another small booty bump around the edges of the dildo! He started biting my nipples and slowly pushed and pulled on the dildo. It wouldn’t move much. I was begging him to fuck me with it, asking him to use my hole but it would only move a little. Even that felt incredible, but there was no way he was going to get much in and out motion—it was just too deep and too tight. It was my first deep fuck and I should have been proud. I was, but that deep need he had opened in my wanted more. After probably 20 minutes with it buried to the hilt, he gave me the poppers back and very slowly pulled the toy out. My body helped him expel the intruder—and each time the plug got out its widest point he would pause, making me feel the stretch, reminding me that he was the one in control not me. When it was just the final plug inside, he gently fucked my assring with it a few times and then pulled hard and out it popped. I lay there drenched in sweat, panting from the effort. It felt like my asshole had given birth multiple times. My hole hung open, I could feel the cool air of his bedroom, and his fingers toyed with my hole. I expected him to fist me, but instead he just toyed with my asslips, occasionally dipping his fingers inside, each time making me moan. He laid back, light a cigarette, and said, “How’d you like that?”

Ever since taking my first anon load and being called a faggot, I've been eager to try power exchange - being a submissive faggot to a superior man. With that goal in mind, I'd been chatting with someone on grindr who seemed to understand what I was feeling, and what I wanted to try. Given the added context of how much I loved being used anonymously, we both agreed that our first meeting in person would be sight-unseen. I was to show up at his address, enter his home and immediately strip and put on a blindfold. He'd use me sight unseen, and then once finished, would reverse the process, and I'd leave never having seen his face. Risky, perhaps, but horny-brain doesn't necessarily make the smartest decisions. The night I was supposed to show up, I was super nervous, and almost backed out at the last minute. But horniness prevailed, and heart pounding, I went over to his house, entered, stripped, and put on the blindfold. I knelt down on the floor, sweating, nervous, but extremely horny - my dick was rock hard - and I called out that I was ready. I heard footsteps approach, and someone stopped in front of me. "Stand up, faggot" Being called a faggot is like a magic word - my dick jumped upon hearing it. I stood, and was led and placed onto a mattress somewhere, on my back with my head leaning off the side. A cock was pushed up against my mouth - thick, and long enough to hit the back of my throat - and I started sucking. I gagged a few times, but did my best (I need more practice deep throating, clearly). After a few minutes of this, I was turned around so that my ass was off the side of the mattress, and I heard him spit onto his cock, and felt it push against my hole. I struggled a bit, a spit-only fuck wasn't something I had ever done before, but I wanted to please, so I did my best to relax my hole. The eroticism of the situation overrode any initial discomfort I was feeling, though. The feeling of a total strangers raw cock pushing its way inside me is such a turn on. "That's it faggot, take it all in", he said as he bottomed out in me. My dick twitched again. He fucked me for a while like this, before repositioning. He had me climb on top of him, so that I was riding him now, still blindfolded. "Are you a slut?", he asked. "Yes sir, I'm a slut!" "You're a whore, right?", he pressed further. "Yes sir" "You just let any dick in you, huh?" - "Yes sir" "I can have other guys here to fuck you?" - "Yes sir" "Good faggot." I had assumed this was just dirty talk, but then I heard footsteps approaching. Someone else got on the bed, and I felt a second cock pushed up against my lips, which I started sucking. Two cocks in me now was a first for me. This second guy would gag me with his cock when he pushed in deep, and this caused my hole to spasm. After a few rounds of this, the guy I was riding came in me. I felt a surge of emotion as he came inside me and remember thinking very clearly, I am a faggot and this is how it should be - men should use my body for their pleasure. We switched positions to doggy, with me on all fours, and I was now sucking the cock that had just cum in me, and could taste both my ass and also the cum he had just flooded me with. I could tell the second guy was close, as he started fucking me faster and faster. "You want my load, faggot?" - "Yes sir", I said, around a mouthful of cock. "Tell me you fucking want it, faggot!" - "Please cum in me sir, please, I need it" And with that I felt him shooting his load into me. I felt that same high as earlier. Each load deposited into my body was taking me further and further down the path of being a complete faggot - I wanted to please any and all men with my body. My pleasure would be derived only from pleasing other men. As he pulled out, I felt cum start to leak out of my hole, and then fingers scooping it up, and feeding it to me. I licked the fingers clean. "Such a beautiful faggot. I've got plans for you, faggot." - "Yes sir" With that, I was led back to the front of the house, and then told to wait 30 seconds then take the blindfold off and get dressed. I was still hard as a rock, and leaking. When I got home, I jerked off and came within seconds. Getting unexpectedly used by not one, but two anon cocks was such a thrill. I texted the guy with thanks, and found that he'd already texted me with a short video attached. Turns out he'd filmed the entire session - the part he sent me was me saying I was a slut and that I would let any dick in me. I was getting hard again even though I'd just cum - seeing myself used and speaking out loud what I wanted really cemented in my brain the fact that I really am a faggot. We've kept in touch since, and I am eager to be trained to be the best faggot I can be. I'm looking forward to what he has in store for me.

Suddenly, there was a heavy rainstorm. "Listen to that rain!" Ev exclaimed. "I've always thought of rain as nature's way of cleansing things. Right now, it's cleansing my inferior strain, Ev.1 to be replaced by yours and now mine, Wilhelm/Ev 2.0 which is indestructible. At this very moment, it's multiplying and replicating in my bloodstream. Med resistant SUPER AIDS is our Super strain and both you and I will live on through our virus for eternity!" Reaching down, Will caressed Ev's face with bony fingers. "You have a way with words. When you first proposed this, I thought it was merely some perverse, personal pleasure and I indulged you. Listening to your justifications and ramifications has made it much more meaningful and even intimate. If it makes a difference, I'm now just as committed to this as you are. This isn't just fucking for my strain, it's forging a permanent bond between us and as it's my last act, I do it proudly, willingly and yes, lovingly. Had we met years ago I think you'd have become the third man in our relationship and I'm certain Greg would've approved." "Needless to say, I was in lust with Wilhelm, my porn god/idol." Ev confessed. "Granted, it can't last but I find myself falling in love with Wil, the man. Handsome, warm and sweet, I value this time together." "As do I." Will said smiling broadly. "Here I am nearing the end of my life and you come along, bringing joy and happiness. Thanks to you, I don't even need to be comforted. Right now, more than anything, I need to fuck you! Let me get under you!" Ev rolled out of the way, allowing Will to get under him. Looking down, it was Wilhelm's cock throbbing and leaking precum. "You be a lazy top and I'll ride your lethal lance!" He said, impaling his ass on that magnificent cock. It was less than a minute before he was filled. He bounced up and down, feeling every ridge and vein. After the first fuck, it felt like Wilhelm's cock had found a home in his ass. Up and down, up and down! This wasn't his first time as an aggressive bottom but Ev found it enjoyable. There was a brilliant flash of lightning followed by a loud clap of thunder. Just then Will's/Wilhelm's cock spasmed as he reached climax. "Aauugghh, take me!" He grunted, as he spewed a second dose of his fatal fluids deep in Ev's ass. To be continued

I lay on the bed in the dark bedroom, my legs half up, my hole front and center. The only light came from the television where a hot Italian from NY wearing scrubs pushed a giant but plug into an angel-faced Twink on a hospital gurney. It was one of my favorite porn scenes, but it barely registered. My mind was a tangle of feelings, fleeting thoughts, and dark desires. I was still high from the booty bumps and the endorphin rush of what my daddy had just done to my hole. I felt the absence of the giant dildo deep in my hole like a newly-discovered phantom limb. It was an ache of something I’d lost, and although it was the first time I’d ever felt it, it felt like the loss of something essential that I needed and that always been with me. Little did I know that Mark had changed me permanently. More than 25 years later I would still remember that feeling and still feel the loss of the dildo from my hole every day, no matter how many other men reached near that spot. When I masturbated, could rarely come without thinking about it. He had found the core of me, stretched it, hurt it, and then healed it with crystal and his raw animal lust. And animal lust was where I was headed, lying in that bed next to Mark. He completely ignored me, engrossed in the action on screen as the top was now wearing long rubber gloves and deep fisting the twink. He stroked his meat with one hand while he smoked a cigarette with the other, adding to the faint haze in the room. He often did this, both giving me a chance to rest but also a chance for the need to grow. Timing a fuck was his special power. After what may have been 15 minutes or 30–by this point my head was well outside time and space— I did pass through the immediate experience. And there it was again—the phantom limb feeling became a need to be fucked again and soon turned into a nearly ravenous hunger for more. As I began touching my ass and playing with my nipples, Mark turned to me. “My bitch is in heat again.” Pointing to his cock, “Thank me with your hot mouth,” he commanded. I crawled between his legs, back arched and ass in the air, my posture begging him to use me. I sucked his cock, licked his balls, using my tongue in a desperate effort to give him pleasure. I cleaned the crisco off his tool, the same crisco that he had used on my ass. It tasted of my ass, his cigarettes, and probably bits of the Tina he used on me. When he was hard, I licked his shaft up and down, my tongue fluttering around his cock head in an effort to please him. He said nothing, just pushed my head down to his asshole while he took up pleasuring his own cock. His asshole still tasted of saliva from my last service maybe an hour ago, mixed with his sweat from the lines of Tina he had done as well as spots of the ubiquitous crisco, which by that point was everywhere on the bed and on our bodies. I cleaned all of it off with my tongue, lightly lapping around his anal ring. Once that was done, I fluted my tongue and darted up his hole, moving it around the inside. He said nothing—daddy never gave praise for me doing what he considered my basic service—but I knew I was doing a good job because he moved his legs up, giving me better access. He was in no rush, slowly jacking his cock while watching fisting porn, enjoying the feeling of a much younger twink worshiping his daddy hole. After what felt like 30 minutes of my serving him, the ravenous need in my hole began to overwhelm me. And that is when I began to really beg him. This was the part he loved, when the hot twink whose hole he commanded, began to work my way up his body, kissing and licking and whispering “Please, sir, please fuck my hole.” I would lick and suck his cock, pleasure his asshole, and then lightly tongue worship his thighs, stomach and nipples. He continued to ignore me, and just pointed at his hole. My tongue dove in deep, the desperation to please him so he would stretch me again overwhelming my endorphin-and-Tina-addled brain. I know it looked obscene. The young twink, dark blonde hair plastered with sweat, face shiny with drops of crisco and beads of sweat, mouth wide open, lips locked onto the older man’s asshole, his twink tongue probing deep as he could in a desperate attempt to give the older man pleasure. I also knew that there was no question who was serving whom here—this wasn’t like the Black top from Baltimore the week before at the bathhouse, who insisted he as the top would eat the pussy he fucked. He wasn’t letting my mouth stray from its deep throating of his cock. Only he, as the man, would enter me. And the next time my mouth was used by him was with his big fingers chocking down my throat me as he slammed his fat 10 inches into my ass over and over. No, this was more depraved and turned me on more. This was me deep cleaning the orifice my daddy used to expel waste. It was always clean—the most Mark was into scat was the obvious degradation I felt expelling the many, many enemas he gave me to start out the night on the toilet in front of him. But the implication was in the background of why he loved to make me serve him: I served as my daddy’s whore, my mouth cleaning the orifices he used to piss and shit. After another long round of even more enthusiastic tongue worship of his ass, my tongue going as deep as I could, he finally spoke. “Turn around and show me that hole,” he commanded. I eagerly got into position, my head down on the bed, legs spread wide, back arched and ass up. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart showing Mark his latest handwork. Immediately I felt his fingers roughly enter me, toying and playing, sawing in and out. I let out a low whine and backed up, body writhing in pleasure. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I heard him say, “I’ve got you all warmed up now.” I just moaned and tried to take more of his fingers into my now nearly flaming pussy. I then felt him take his cock and roughly ram it into my hole. I started to lose balance so I took my hands away from my asscheeks and used them to steady myself on the bed. “Special treat for you now,” he said darkly, and that’s when I felt his warm chempiss squirting against the inside of my hole. Almost immediately the familiar warmth and tingle of the Tina-saturated liquid began to take me higher. The pleasure was so intense I started to wiggle and moan. Then I felt a sharp slap on my ass. “Stay still cunt, don’t you lose a drop of my hot piss,” Daddy commanded, “Keep that stomach down so it can get deep inside you.” I pushed my stomach down and immediately the piss flowed into my inner ring, which felt much more open after his deep intense toy fuck. His piss was going much deeper than it ever had before. The warmth and tingling brought incredible pleasure, and the hunger to be used, already intense, took on a darker dimension. All I could think about was my hole and having it used and abused. I didn’t care how stretched open he made it, I just wanted it destroyed. Daddy finished with a satisfied grunt, and I felt him push a medium-sized plug in. The plug slid in easily, its diameter much smaller than what had been in there not long before. “Gonna have to get you a bigger one, you hungry hole,” I head Daddy say, “Pussy is getting too loose for that one.” I started to turn to lie on the bed when I felt him deliver a super hard slap on my ass. I startled and my hole clamped like a vise around the ring of the diodo. “Stay still, bitch, and let that all get deep inside you,” he commanded, “You don’t move until I say so.” Mark leaned back, stroking his meat, and started watching porn. He stuck one foot out, his toes toying with my Tina shriveled cock and balls, occasionally pressing hard against the plug lodged in my ass. I put my head and stomach down, ass up, and waited.

Part One: At Home It’s the end of the semester, and I have no obligations for a couple of weeks. The past few months have been rough, and I really need to blow off some steam. And even though I’ve gotten laid now and again during the semester, I haven’t had a chance to enjoy a nice long session to really work over my hole, let my freak flag fly, and show how much of a power bottom I can really be. I’ve reached out to a few friends with benefits who like heavy play and partying, and I’ve told them what I’m up to and when I’ll get started. My goal is basically to party hard and feel like I have a revolving door on my place so that when one guy leaves, another shows up to pick up where the previous one left off. Oh, and speaking of goals, I have a few things on my sexual bucket list I’ve yet to get around to. I’m hoping the evening will morph into an epic bender that gets me so slutty and depraved that I can tick a few accomplishments off that list. Each of the guys I’ve invited over has a reputation for being really good at doing something in particular to me, and on this bender, I want to have each of them push my limits just a little further than they think I can go. I want to become a sex-crazed super-slut. Chapter 1: Daddy First on my list is a guy who likes it when I call him “Daddy”. At this point, that’s his name as far as I’m concerned. He’s the guy who first introduced me to chemsex, and by now, our play sessions have a lovely sort of routine to them. He’ll come over late at night, get me high, fuck me off and on for hours on end, and then as the sun starts to rise, he’ll take a quick hit of poppers, breed me, and head home. The routine is fairly simple, but he’s a great fuck—one of those guys who has a moderate-sized dick but *really* knows how to use it—and he’s one of the few people I know who can stay hard when he’s high. It works great for me! I’m starting my weekend with him because he’ll get me loosened up and horny as hell, ready to take on more after he leaves. He also likes being the first to use my hole, and he doesn’t like groups, so he has to be first or nothing. And because I don’t want to miss out on a great fuck, I definitely start with him. I text him to make sure we’re set and to get the ball rolling. “Hey, Daddy. We still on for 10:30? I’m all set here and ready to be used and abused all night long.” I didn’t have to wait long for his reply. “Sounds good. I’ll be there in about an hour. Can’t wait to see my boy and get inside his tight little hole.” “And I can’t wait to feel my Daddy’s big balls slamming against my ass while you bury your dick inside me.” “That’s a good boy. You sound like you’re hungry tonight.” “Oh, I am, Daddy. I want to see how much I can take.” “Nice. I’ll come take care of you in about an hour. See you soon.” That gives me an hour to put the finishing touches on my preparations. I make sure there are plenty of sports drinks in the fridge, that my party playlist is on the speakers (chilled house music is my favorite), and that the right porn playlist is ready on the television (groups and gang bangs, mostly). I also make sure all my toys, lubes, and washcloths are clean and easy to get to. I have puppy pads and nail files at the ready for when we get into the heavier play. And we *will* get into the heavier play tonight. I need to get my hole opened wide. I’m so anxious to get my evening started that I want to have something in my ass, stretching me open just a bit, getting me used to thinking about my hole all the time. I find my standard butt plug, rub a thin film of vaseline on it, and slowly slide it into my hole. I’m way tighter than I want to be, but I’m sure Daddy will be perfectly fine with that. He’ll take it as a challenge, and he’ll break me in for the night. Butt plug in place, I make sure my outfit sends the right message. I have on a slim-fitting tank top, plus silky basketball shorts covering a comfortable jockstrap. I want to look the part of my Daddy’s boy, and I want to be ready to bend over and take him with as little fuss as possible. With only a few minutes left to go before he arrives, I sit on my couch and start playing with myself, turned on by the prospect of what’s about to happen—not that I know the details, but that’s part of the excitement. I’m also turned on knowing this is the last real erection I’m going to have for a few days once Daddy’s party favors take effect. I decide to enjoy the feeling of my engorged cock, and I lean back for a nice stroke. I don’t want to get off, but I do want to make myself feel good to sort of set the mood and get me in the right frame of mind. I enjoy a few minutes of masturbation before I hear Daddy’s car pull up the driveway. “Well,” I think, “that’s the last use I’ll get out of my dick for a while now.” I tuck my cock back into my jock as it’s already going soft. I guess it knows what’s coming. I make sure there’s a spot in the dining room for him to set down his bag and a clear space on the table to prepare things before they’re administered. Just then I hear a knock on the door, and my heart skips a beat. It knows that sound means I’m about to commit to an extended cardio workout. One I’m going to thoroughly enjoy. I head to the door and let him in. We hug and say our hellos. I walk him over to the table in the dining room as we exchange pleasantries. “Can I get you something to drink, Daddy? Want a whiskey or a martini?” “A whiskey would be lovely.” “Can I try one too?” He plays along. “Don’t tell anyone, but sure. Tonight’s gonna be a special night.” We enjoy toying around with age play every now and again, making up little fictions about me being underage, or things that Daddy and I did while I was growing up, that sort of thing. I like it because it makes me feel like what we’re doing is even dirtier than it is. It adds a layer of [banned word] to what’s already good, drug-fueled sex. Before I pour the alcohol, I fill a low ball glass with warm water and set it on the table next to the favors Daddy’s laying out on the table. He thanks me, and we both go about our tasks. I couple minutes later I return with two glasses of neat scotch. We toast and sip, and Daddy fills two needle-less syringes with water. He shakes them around a bit, then looks at me. “Ready?” he asks. “Boy, am I ever,” I say. I know the way he likes to administer, so without another word, I set down my glass and head to the living room. I get up on the couch on my knees and lean over the back of it. I’ll be back here later tonight to get fucked doggy-style, I’m sure of it. But for now, it’s less energetic and more like a ceremony. I gently lower my shorts to expose my fuzzy ass, framed by the straps of my jock. Daddy moans. “You have such a nice ass, boy. I can’t wait to get inside that thing.” “It is all yours, Daddy. I want to see how much you can open me up tonight.” “Oh, I will boy. I will. But let me give you something here to get you started.” I moan a bit and turn to face the wall, making sure I look obedient, trusting, and compliant, not skeptical or curious. Daddy can put whatever he wants into my hole, without question. “Whoops. There’s something in the way.” He means the butt plug, which I’ve been too distracted to even think about. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Daddy. Here, let me get that real quick.” I reach back, grab hold of the base of the plug, and without hesitating tug on it until the whole plug slides right out. I grunt a little as the thickest part passes my entrance, but I definitely didn’t take my time removing it. “That’s okay, boy. Daddy likes seeing that you’re preparing yourself. That’s very thoughtful. And don’t worry, you can put that plug back in once I give you this dose.” At that, I feel the syringe press against the entrance to my hole. I relax and push out a bit, helping to guide it in. Daddy slides the syringe in to the base and asks, “Ready?” “Please, Daddy. I’m ready. Turn me into your bottom bitch.” “Oh, you’re already that, my boy. This will just make sure you’re committed to being used.” “Yeah, Daddy. Please give it to me. Please bump my boy hole. Get me high and use me.” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “That’s right, boy. You know I’m gonna use you right tonight. Starting…now.” Then I hear a squirting sound and a click as the plunger hits bottom, expelling the bump into my waiting and eager hole. Daddy says, “Let’s give that just a second, and then you can put your plug back in to make sure that all stays in, okay?” “Okay, Daddy. I just want to make you happy.” “And I just want to make my boy feel good.” “Oh, I already do, Daddy.” “Well hold on, kiddo, cuz you’re about to feel great.” Daddy pulls out the syringe, and I quickly put my butt plug back in, eager to be sure nothing has a chance to leak out. I pull up my shorts and retrieve my drink before taking a seat on the couch again. I watch as Daddy squirts in his bump, too, and then he goes back to doing stuff with his party favors, probably putting a couple things away. He gets his drink and sits next to me on the couch. We just casually chat for a while. He asks me about school, I ask him about his home-improvement projects and the latest vacation he took. After a while, he asks, “How much have you been getting laid recently, my boy?” He says this right as my hand absently moves down to my crotch to give it a squeeze, and I start playing with myself. “Not as often as I need, that’s for sure,” I say. “Aww, that’s too bad,” Daddy says. “A sexy, eager boy like you should be getting dick from all over campus.” “That’s true,” I say. “And I make sure all the guys know I’m happy to help any time they need to get off. I just think exams got in the way this time. We were all so busy, it made it hard to relax.” And with the thought of relaxing, I remove my shirt, toss it aside, and lean back in my seat. My hands go right back to my crotch, keeping my attention focused on my arousal. “Man, I haven’t gotten fucked in such a long time. I really need it bad. I have a lot of pent-up horniness that I need to get out.” The thought of letting out what was pent-up inside makes me strip off my shorts and throw them out of the way, and I spread my knees wide open, exposing my entire front side. It’s obvious now to us both that my bump has started kicking in. The excitement of that realization makes my pulse start to quicken, which of course helps circulate things through faster, and I start breathing a little heavier as my hands continue running all over my shrinking cock and balls. I touch the plug that’s still in my hole, which focuses my brain for a second. “Daddy, can I take out this plug? I want your cock in me, instead.” “That’s a good boy. Why don’t you keep it there for a little bit longer. Before you take out your plug, come over and get Daddy’s dick hard. That way I can shove it inside you once your plug is out, and you won’t sit there with an empty hole.” “Oh, good idea!” I say. I immediately stop playing with myself (because now I have a job to do), turn over onto my hands and knees, and move closer to Daddy’s crotch. I take in his clean, masculine scent. I nuzzle his massive, low-hanging balls. I wrap my hand around his cock and squeeze it gently. Then I take his dick into my mouth and begin to nurse it, willing it to grow. It doesn’t take long at all before he’s about half-hard. Apparently Daddy is pretty horny, too. “That’s a good boy,” he says. “Daddy has missed you. I’ve missed your lips, I’ve missed your ass, and I’ve missed your tight little boy hole.” He rests his hand on the back of my head. “Just a little bit more, and I think it’ll be time for me to slide inside my boy.” I grunt with enthusiasm and go to town on Daddy’s cock, trying as hard as I can to make it as hard as it can get. I show him how ready I am by deep-throating him while arching my back. Basically, I try to look like I’m in heat, because that’s more and more how I’m feeling as the bump continues to take hold. I moan while his dick is in my mouth, knowing he’ll appreciate the extra vibration. It seems to work because I feel him press his hand a bit more firmly on the back of my head. He’s getting into this. Obviously, so am I. “Good boy,” he says. “Take Daddy’s cock. Choke on it. Get it nice and wet so it’ll slide right into your tight little hole.” I do as he says, gulping all the way down to the base of his cock, looking up at him, and holding still until I can’t last a moment longer and have to come up gasping for air and wiping my face. I let the drool drip down his dick, making it a wet and slobbery mess. “Well done, my boy. My dick looks good and ready. Now show Daddy where you want me to put it.” With a burst of excitement, I hop up and resume the doggy-style position we used for my bump. After taking out the plug and setting it aside, I reach back with my hands and pry open my ass cheeks, giving him a clear view of my willing and eager hole. I start to whimper a bit out of anticipation for the feeling of Daddy’s dick entering me for the first time in weeks. I want him inside me so bad it almost hurts. “Look at that beautiful hole, just waiting to be filled,” Daddy says. “That boy hole sure looks ready to me.” I feel him place the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole. “Is my boy ready to take his Daddy’s cock?” In response, I don’t say a word, but I moan and push my body back against his waiting dick. I feel my hole straining against the pressure of his cock head, resisting the first penetration of the evening. I lean back a bit further and push my hole out to give him even better access. “That’s right, boy,” he says. “Open up for your Daddy’s cock.” Then I feel a glob of his warm spit land right where his dick presses into me. Daddy uses his cock to spread the natural lube around, then applies pressure once again to my hole. This time, I easily open up and grant him access, and he slides right in. He and I both moan as we enjoy that first feeling of penetration, knowing this is what we both want right now, and knowing this is just the start of a whole night of physical intimacy. “Oh yeah, Daddy,” I moan. “Push that big dick all the way into my tight little boy hole.” He continues applying pressure, and his cock keeps sliding in, bit by bit, until he eventually reaches the hilt. His entire raw cock is inside me, and I feel his enormous balls resting against my ass. I feel like I’m in heaven. This is exactly what I need right now. Well, sort of. I need to be filled, but I need it deep and hard and intense. Basically, I need more. I reach back, grab the back of Daddy’s legs, and pull him into me, making sure he’s buried as deep as he can get. That motion lets me take another quarter inch or so, and I moan with pleasure at my small success. “That’s right, baby. You know you want it deep. Take all of Daddy’s dick all the way inside you.” “Yeah, Daddy. I want all of it. Oh, fuck me Daddy. Please. Please pound your cock into my hole. Loosen me up and fuck that hole as hard as you want.” “Are you sure, baby? You sure you can take Daddy’s pounding?” “Yes. Yes, please. I want it. I need it. Please pound me, Daddy. Give me that big Daddy dick. Fucking use my hole.” “Okay, baby. But you tell me if it gets too rough or too uncomfortable, okay? Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.” “Okay, Daddy. I will. But I’m sure I can take it. I just want you to use my hole so it makes you feel good. Stretch me open and fill me up, Daddy. Please.” “That’s my boy,” he says. “You know what you’re made for. You were born to take dick. Your Daddy made you to take his cock. I raised you to be a cumdump, didn’t I? I trained you to take cock and cum whenever you can get it, didn’t I? And you’ve grown up to be such a sexy, handsome, and eager bottom. You make your Daddy so proud.” Throughout all of this, Daddy has been sliding his cock in and out, fucking me deliberately, from just the head inside until he’s buried to the hilt, then back out again. And he’s been steadily picking up his pace and building up a rhythm. When he said I make him proud, he grabbed hold of my hips with both his hands. I know I’m in for a ride now, if he’s holding on like that. Sure enough, his pace and intensity quickly escalate. Soon Daddy is pounding me almost frantically, slamming his cock deep into my hole and making his big balls slap against my ass. I steady myself with the back of the couch, doing my best to hold steady so he can use me how he wants. The onslaught continues for several minutes, with each of us grunting our approval when something feels particularly good, like when I feel him go that little bit deeper than normal or when he feels me squeeze his dick just a little bit tighter when it’s buried inside me. We show our appreciation for each other without slowing down the pace. Soon, his thrusts become almost erratic, and he’s nearly pulling out with every stroke. He grunts every time he rams his cock into me, making his breath quicken. With any other guy, I would think he’s getting close. But not my Daddy. I know he’s just reaching the end of a set. A few thrusts later, and he holds still with his dick buried all the way inside me. He grunts a few times, pulsing his cock, and I milk his dick with my hole, squeezing out any precum that didn’t gush out yet. “Fuck, that’s a nice hole,” Daddy says, once he’s calmed down a bit. “Only because you made it that way,” I say. “You learn well, my boy,” he says. “Why don’t we move into the bedroom so we can get more comfortable?” “Sounds good,” I say. And a moment later, his dick slides out of my hole. I immediately reach back to finger my hole, and I moan when I feel how slick and wet it is. Daddy’s cock amazes me with how much precum it leaks. It’s like my hole gets wetter while he fucks me. That little bit of spit at the beginning is probably all we’ll need all night because his cock will keep oozing precious precum the whole time it’s inside me. Daddy sees me playing with my hole. “Looks like somebody likes how his hole feels.” I just moan in response, lost in the sensations of fingering myself. “You can’t imagine how good that hole feels to me.” “Oh, I don’t have to,” I say. “I know how good your cock feels inside my hole, and that’s all I need.” “You’re such a good boy. Now come on,” he says, gesturing for me to follow him. “You can keep playing with yourself in the bedroom. I promise. And in a few minutes, you can get more of Daddy’s cock in you, too.” I moan again and wander into the bedroom. The bump has taken hold, and I’m basically mindless, constantly thinking about feeling and filling my hole. “Here,” Daddy says, patting the bed. “Lie down beside me for a bit. I want to watch you play with yourself. I like seeing you enjoy the pleasure you bring yourself when you’re in this mood.” I lie next to him in bed, the lengths of our torsos touching. I lift my legs up and go right back to fingering my hole. “You mean this mood where I’m desperately horny?” “Oh, you aren’t desperate yet, my boy. You are pretty horny, though.” “Oh?” I frown a little, confused. “When will I get desperate?” Daddy chuckles. “Well, that depends. Do you *want* to be, or are you having enough fun as it is?” “No, I’m having fun already,” I say. “And that fuck felt great. I love being horny like this so I can focus on making you feel good, Daddy. But if I getting me even more horny would help me be even better at making you feel good, I would like that. I want to be the best bottom I can be. I want to be the bottom you deserve, Daddy.” “That’s a good boy. You always take good care of me,” he says. “But if we make you get desperate, that penis of yours that you’re fondling is going to shrink and go away. Are you okay with that?” Ironically, the thought made my dick plump up a bit. I like seeing my tiny little penis when I get high, especially because it makes it easier for me to ignore my dicklet and pay attention only to my hole. I look up with a smile. “Of course I’m okay with that, Daddy. It means I get to pay attention to your grown-up penis, instead of my useless kid-sized one. Let’s make it disappear!” Daddy chuckles. “Okay, boy, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He sits up and looks down at me right as my fingers hit a good spot around my hole, and I exhale and close my eyes. Daddy says, “You keep playing like that. I’ll be back in just a minute.” I’m lost in that mental fog masturbation can bring while I’m high, where things going on around me don’t really register because the things I’m doing to myself feel so good. I don’t really hear him leave, but I notice when he comes back in. “You look comfy,” he says. “I almost hate to interrupt.” “Are we going to make my penis disappear?” I ask. “In a minute,” he says. He walks over to the bed and stands right beside it, leaning his thighs against the mattress. But first, I want you to get Daddy’s dick hard again.” That snaps me out of my fog and calls me to attention. I immediately turn over onto my side and move so my face ends up in his crotch. I moan from the smell alone, and then I suck his cock into my mouth and basically start worshiping it with my lips. Every so often, a drop of precum leaks out, and I moan all over again, melting from the sweet taste of that nectar. “That’s it, boy. Work that precum out of your Daddy’s dick. Get me hard again and ready to slide into your hungry hole. Once I’m hard, you’ll get my cock and an extra little treat.” He’s teasing me. He knows how much I love the taste of his precum and getting booty bumped. Talking about both almost makes me beg. But there’s a penis in my mouth, so I have a job to do. I keep sucking, and Daddy’s cock keeps growing. A few minutes more, and I feel his hand on my head. “Your mouth feels amazing, boy. I think we’re both ready for more, don’t you?” I take the hint and turn around, presenting my hole to him, lining it up with his now-hard cock at the edge of the bed. I move back a bit, rubbing my ass crack against his cock. I angle my hips up and down, masturbating him with my butt. “Yeah, that hole looks ready,” he says. “Let me make this extra-good for you.” Daddy looks down at something in his hands, and I see him opening a dime bag. He tips it over slightly and taps the bottom, putting some powder directly on the head of his cock. I stay still so I don’t make him spill any. He re-seals the bag and sets it to the side. “Here you go, boy. I have a little treat for you. Now open your hole and let your Daddy in.” I reach back and pry apart my cheeks, giving him full view of my ass and easy access to my hole. “So beautiful,” he says. “Here you go boy. Take Daddy’s cock…and everything on it.” He pushes his dick past my sphincter, and I make a small grunt. He slides all the way in because I don’t offer any resistance. My hole wants him all the way inside, and the promise of another bump makes me eager to please. “There you go,” he says. “Open up for Daddy and absorb his gift.” As I moan in response, Daddy starts building up his rhythm, getting a full-speed fuck going before I even feel the burn from what he gave me. “Oh, nice,” he says. “You’re ready to really get fucked, aren’t you boy?” I don’t say anything, but I lean further down and stretch my arms forward on the bed, showing my complete release to whatever he wants to do to me. “That’s it, boy. Take Daddy’s cock.” He grabs hold of my hips and starts slamming his dick into me faster and faster. I have to reposition my arms to help brace against the pounding. After a few more minutes, he repositions me, climbing onto the bed and changing the angle of my hole. After a few minutes in that position, he lies on his side and pulls me beside him. Then he repositions one of my legs. Then he straightens up, and we’re in missionary position. While in that position, I get to watch beads of sweat build up on Daddy’s forehead and fall onto my torso as he really exerts himself. The exchange of bodily fluid turns me on, and the liquid, cooled as it falls, feels almost refreshing when it lands on me. That’s good, too, because I’m starting to sweat a ton myself because of that most recent bump. A short while later, Daddy slows down, panting, and collapses on the bed beside me. “That was good,” he says. “Daddy’s working hard and needs a bit of a break.” “Yes, you are good,” I say with a smirk. “And I like you best when you’re hard. Or working hard.” After taking a few calming breaths, I sit up. “You stay here, and I’ll go get us some drinks to help cool down.” “Thank you, my boy. I’ll just lie here for a bit.” And that’s how things went for quite a while: He would fuck me senseless in all sorts of positions, wear himself out, take a little break, then I’d get him hard again and he’d go right back to pounding my hole. I was in heaven, getting used good and fucked raw all night long. After about four or five hours of this, while he’s plowing me, he says, “I think your Daddy might be ready to give you something special. Where are your poppers?” I get excited because I know any time he asks for those, he’s ready to blow his load. And boy am I ready for it. I grab my poppers, give the bottle a shake, and hand them over to him. I need daddy’s seed, and I tell him so as he holds the bottle up to his nose. “Yeah, Daddy. Huff those poppers then breed your boy’s bare hole.” Daddy sniffs the bottle. He reseals the lid and hands it back to me. I take a quick hit from the bottle then encourage him one more time by begging. “Please charge me up, Daddy. Please.” That’s all he needs to get really worked up. He starts pummeling me, ramming my hole like it’s an anger fuck. For all the hours we’ve been fucking, this is by far his most aggressive sex of the whole night. He’s almost wild with energy and libido. His eyes close. His face grimaces. His pace quickens. “You ready? You ready, my boy? You want Daddy’s seed? Want me to give it to you?” I mumble a few “fuck yeah”s, but I doubt he even heard me. “Well here…it…comes!” And with that, he grunts so loud it’s almost a scream, and he thumps his hips against my butt four or five more times while I savor the feeling of his cock throbbing inside my hole, feeding me my first load of the night. It’s the perfect reward for the course and hours of work we both just did. Daddy grunts, pants, and sighs several times as his heart rate and breathing both try to come back to normal. Dumping the load took a ton of energy out of him, and he collapses beside me on the bed, panting and dripping with sweat. His face grows calm and sleepy as a satisfied smile spreads across mine. I’m smiling because his fresh load just jump-started my craving, and I know this party is only getting started. After a few minutes of relative quiet, Daddy starts to shuffle around a bit. He eventually lifts his head and looks at me, my face filled with a devilish grin as I slowly finger my freshly fucked hole. “Well you look like you’re up to something,” he says. “I do have an idea, yes,” I say. “What’s that? What naughtiness are you dreaming up?” “I want you to open me up. I want you to fist me. I want you to push your load deeper in and stretch out my hole. That’s my idea.” “Well look at you,” Daddy says. He pats my head and tousles my hair. “Someone’s in a piggy mood.” “Yeah, your fucking really gets me going. I’m so horny right now. And your load feels so good in my hole. I don’t want to let it go. I want to feel your fist inside me.” Daddy starts teasing me a bit, toying with the idea. He turns onto his side and props his head up to be able to see and talk to me more easily. That position also means his other hand can easily reach out, and so it does—right over to my hole. He lightly brushes my hole with his fingers. My eyes close, and I gasp, sensitive to the attention. “Oh, wow. You *are* really worked up now, aren’t you?” He smirks a bit as he applies a little pressure with his fingers flat across my hole. “Quite a bit,” I say. “Please, Daddy? Would you fist me?” “Hmmm,” he says. He balls up his hand and presses his fist flat against my hole. I accidentally let out a whimper. “You *really* need this, I can tell,” he says. I moan and pull my legs back to show him how badly I want to give him access to everything. Daddy then extends a single finger and reaches up to point at my mouth. I need no instructions at all. I open my mouth, close my eyes, and accept Daddy’s finger into my mouth. I close my lips around it and moan. I wrap my tongue around it and make it as wet as my dry mouth can get it. What I lack in saliva I make up for with enthusiasm—I make out with his finger, knowing he’s about to put it inside my hole. Daddy slowly draws his finger out from between my lips, savoring the attention and leaving me with a look of craving on my face. I look so hungry, and he knows it. Then I feel his finger at the entrance to my hole. Daddy twists it around a bit and then applies pressure. It starts gently but gets serious quickly. Daddy’s determined. He pushes a bit harder, and his fingertip slips just past my outer ring. I groan. Daddy wiggles his finger this way and that, a little in and a little out, warming me up. “Hmmm. Somebody’s pretty tight. I’m not sure you could take my fist right now.” I almost cry on the spot. I whimper and relax my hole as much as I can. I don’t push out because I don’t want his load to leak from me. “Yeah, you’re really tight,” he says. “Maybe we can do something about that.” My face lights up. He’s toying with me. Daddy’s thinking of something, and he wants to tease. I don’t pry, because I want him to take as long as he wants. Daddy should enjoy this, and I’m so desperate for something in my hole that I’ll let him do almost anything. “Yeah, I don’t think you’re ready just yet. I think you need a little help. Maybe a little powdered help.” I feel a tingle run from my cock all the way up to my face. He means a bump. Daddy wants to give me another bump to loosen up my hole. He’s seriously going to fist me, and he’s gonna get me flying first. “What if,” he continues, “I put a little bump in your hole to help you open up for me?” A smile breaks across my face. That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. I’m still high off the other bumps earlier in the evening, though I can tell they’re wearing off a bit. He’s gonna get me back up again. I almost shake with excitement. “Daddy, you can do whatever you want to my hole. You know you can put anything in my hole that you think I can take. And I can definitely take another bump. And with that help, I know I can take your whole hand, easy.” He suddenly looks worried, but I can see a smirk crossing his lips. “Are you sure? I don’t want to overwhelm my boy.” “I know I can do it, Daddy. I can take another bump. Let me show you what I can take. Help me get high and loose, just for you.” Now he openly smiles back at me. “Okay, boy. But only if you’re sure.” “Oh, I am. I need your fist inside me, and soon.” “You stay right there, boy.” “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. I’m excited.” “I am, too, my boy. I want to see you open up and take Daddy’s fist. Now you stay right there. Don’t go anywhere.” With that, he gets up and disappears into the other room, where his supplies are. I start squirming with anticipation, eager to get even more spun up and stretched open. Daddy re-entered the room, dime bag in hand. “Well here we are. Think this will help?” I just moaned. “Yeah, I think so, too,” he says. “Now let’s see. You keep your legs pulled back, and I’ll do the rest.” And so I do. I keep my knees back at my ears while my hands keep making their way back to my hole. I can’t stop fingering myself. I’m already this high, and I’m about to get another bump? This is gonna be good. “Hmmm,” he says. “You’re pretty tight, and I want to make sure I can slide right in. Let’s get you a good one.” At this, I don’t even try to hide my smile. Daddy’s gonna get me seriously fucked up. Daddy tilts the bag over and taps the bottom. I watch the small piles of whitish powder fall like snow and slide down toward the bag’s edge…and Daddy’s waiting fingers. He keeps tapping as the flakes start to fall from the bag—first a dusting, then a layer, then a small pile. “There,” he says. “That should do.” My excitement leaks out as a small sound, something like a squeak. “Oh? Not enough? Does my boy think he needs more to be able to take Daddy’s whole hand up his tiny little boy hole?” Oh my god. He’s seriously pushing me hard tonight. This is gonna be an awesome ride. He taps the baggy a couple more times, and the small piles of dust on his fingers grow just a bit bigger—and so do my eyes. I want this to happen so badly. I start whimpering. “Oh, fuck Daddy. That looks so good. Please slide that inside me. Please burn my insides with that big bump. Fuck me up. Get me spun. Fist my hole. Just please, Daddy. Please put it inside me!” He chuckles at my desperation. The playfulness on his face shows me how much he’s enjoying the tease. “Alright, my boy. But just because you asked nicely. Now spread open that hole. We want to make sure it all goes in now, don’t we?” My hands, already preoccupied with my hole, are all too happy to assist. I grab my cheeks and pull them apart. Then I grab closer to my hole and spread wider. I relax my hole and pull the lips open just a bit. Then I feel a drop of cold as Daddy squirts a little bit of lube on the entrance, making sure he’s able to slide in. It’s still early enough in my adventure that I’m not yet gaping. Yet. “That’s a good boy. Now hold it open like that while Daddy slides inside.” He presses his fingertips on my hole. I press back and open wider. I feel a drop of his cum drip out of me and onto his hand. “Uh oh! Looks like someone sprung a leak. Here, let’s push that back in.” Then, Daddy pushes his fingers into me and rubs them along the inner walls of my hole, scraping my insides with the grit of the dust. With that, he commits me to a ride, and I have no clue what’s in store. I can’t wait to find out where this extra dose takes me. “Fuck yeah,” I say. “Push your cum into me, please.” I feel the dryness of the powder on his fingers within the wetness of my hole. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me.” Now that he’s administered more of the drug and knows I’m headed toward a whole day of depravity, he suddenly gets darker and nastier then he’s been before. “You’re right, my boy. I always take care of my fuck toys. I need to keep you in the right frame of mind, the right condition. And you know what that is, don’t you, my boy?” “A tweaked-out cumslut chempig?” Daddy smiles wide and says, “Good boy.” He pushes his freshly lubed fingers deeper into me, obviously making sure to spread around the powder and start loosening me up with the same movement. “And that’s just what you’ll be in a couple minutes—Daddy’s little chemwhore.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. You’ll get to watch my new high kick in while your fist is inside me.” “That’s the plan,” he says. And so our fisting session begins, with him settling into a rhythm of pushing, twisting, and stretching with his fingers, trying to loosen me up while waiting for the newly administered drug to enter my bloodstream and affect both my brain and my ass. We both know it will take a while. We aren’t going to rush anything, but I can tell Daddy doesn’t want to wait to get inside me. “Take a hit of those poppers, boy. A big, long hit.” I open the bottle and inhale slowly, once through each nostril. “Good boy. Again.” Just hearing him call me a good boy makes me melt a little, even before the poppers kicked in. Daddy must feel that, too, because he presses a little harder into my hole as I relax. Then, one right after the other, almost at the same time, the poppers hit me, Daddy’s hand pops inside me, and I feel the powder’s burn. The rush is incredible, and I lose myself in the sensations. With a single grunt, I release and relax and let Daddy take over. “Thaaaaattaboy. There you go. Now you’re opening up,” he says. “That didn’t take you very long.” He smirks at me. “Maybe you didn’t need that extra bump after all.” And then with a full smile spread across his face, he lightheartedly adds, “Oops.” “Maybe I didn’t need it, but Daddy I really want it. I want it to hit me hard. I want to get spun out like those guys I see on the videos you show me.” “The ones where the well-behaved bottoms go crazy and become animals begging to be filled?” “Yeah, Daddy. Those guys. I wanna be one of those guys.” “We’ll get you there, my boy. Just give it a few more minutes.” As we say this, his pace quickens. He’s now moving his fist back and forth inside my hole, never pulling out, just letting me feel fullness, then pressure, then fullness again. I’m moaning while I’m not talking, and my eyes stay closed so I can focus on my hole. Daddy sees how much I’m into it. “Looks like you already have a need to be filled,” he says. I just nod lazily and maybe mumble an uh-huh. And then he pulls out. It was slow, but the emptiness I now feel shocks me into opening my eyes and looking around, almost in a panic. I start to whimper again before my mind fully registers what just happened. Eventually my eyes lock on to Daddy’s. I see his playfulness. I’m sure he sees my desperation. My eyes bug out with that added intensity a good high can bring. I whimper a little more, unable to prevent it. My hands return to my hole, and I immediately resume fingering myself. Daddy almost starts laughing. Instead, he says, “Yeah, that’s the chemwhore starting to come out in you. It’s only gonna get stronger and louder from here.” He starts applying generous amounts of J-lube to his hands and up his arms. “By the time we’re through, you’re gonna shove anything you can find in your hole. Now, what did you say you wanted me to do with my load?” “Fist it deeper into me. Please, Daddy.” He smoothly slides his hand into my hungry hole. “How deep?” he asks. “As deep as you can get it, Daddy,” I reply, spreading my ass cheeks apart for emphasis. “Good boy,” he says as he pushes his hand further into my hole, starting to move past his wrist and toward his forearm. “Let’s see how deep you can open up for Daddy’s seed. You wanna make sure you’re impregnated, don’t you? You want my poz seed deep in your guts, huh?” “Oh, fuck.” My eyes bug out again, a combination of being suddenly fuller than a second ago and the first wave hitting me from my latest bump. “Holy fuck! Yeah, Daddy. Push your seed deep into my boy hole—into your hole. Into this chemmed-up fuck hole.” Daddy chuckles. “Oh, you’re not totally chemmed-up quite yet. Give it another ten minutes. But meanwhile…”—and he pushes his hand even further into me. I’m now two or three inches past his wrist. “Theeeeere you go,” he says. “You like having Daddy deep inside you, don’t you?” “Oh god, yes. Fill me up, Daddy. Your fist feels so good inside me!” He continues playing with my hole, moving different ways and watching my face as he slowly talks to me. “I’m going to have to leave soon, and you’re gonna get seriously desperate in a couple minutes. Maybe you need to call in some backup before I pull my hand out of your hole and leave you empty again.” Before he finishes the sentence, my phone is already in my hands and unlocked. I open up a chat with my friend Nick. “Partying all night. Third bump about to kick in soon. Getting fisted as I write this. Need yours in me ASAP.” Send. Done. His reply arrives even before I put my phone down: “omw.” I smile, lean back, and focus only on what Daddy is doing to my hole. He keeps going in and out, right around his thumb’s knuckle, loosening me up on the thickest part of his hand. “Oh yeah, Daddy. Stretch that hole. Make me a sloppy cumslut.” “Did you find another top?” he asks. “Yep. He’s on his way. Fifteen minutes, I think.” “Good,” Daddy says. He pushes his fist all the way in again, and my eyes light up. I swear they get bigger than my head. “Fuck. Yeah. Daddy. Push it in. Keep going. Push into me. Give me your arm.” Keeping constant pressure, he gradually slides in again, going in deeper than before. His stretching paid off. “Oh god yeah. Fuck me with your arm, Daddy.” He laughs at this. “Well some sloppy bottom is getting piggy now.” I just keep going, partly oblivious and partly wanting to show him more of my piggy side. “Fuck yeah, I am. Look at me swallowing up my Daddy’s arm. Your load must be past my second hole by now.” His smile gets larger as he presses just a bit harder and changes the shape of his fist. I gasp and say, “Holy shit!” “Okay, now my load made it to your second hole. You’ve got half of Daddy’s arm inside you. I’m so proud, my boy.” I’m proud of me, too, and I want evidence of my accomplishment. I grab my phone real quick and take a snap of how deep Daddy’s arm has gone into me. I flick my phone to video, hit record, and say, “Go ahead, Daddy. You can take out your hand. I’m ready.” “Are you sure? I think someone’s gonna need something in his hole as again as soon as I’m out. I don’t see any of your dildos here.” Without really letting his words sink in, I focused back on the video I was about to get. That’s all I care about right now. “I’ll be fine. Go ahead, Daddy.” And he goes. Slowly yet steadily, he slides his arm, then his wrist, then his thumb, the his fingers out of my hole. And that’s when the craving hits me—bad. I need to be filled, and I’m empty. Desperately empty. It must show on my face because Daddy says, “Go. Go find your big butt plug and shove it in your piggy hole. Then go online and find more dick. You’ve earned it. I’ll pack up my things while you start hunting.” Without a word, I start searching through my sex toys for an large plug. I’m almost frantic because every moment without a butt plug or Daddy’s fist is another moment I’m not doing what I was born to do—be a power bottom. Just a hole. Just a chemmed-up, tweaked-out, insatiable bareback hole. I find the big plug and grab some lube. I put a squirt or two on my hand and start slathering it all over the butt plug. I just need it inside me, and this ritual is delaying me. I do remember my place and my responsibilities, though. I shout out to the other room, “Daddy? Do you want to watch, or should I go ahead and put it in?” “Oh, I want to see this. Bring it out here and show me what your ass can do.” Not missing a beat, I pick up the plug, walk quickly into the next room, and stand right beside my Daddy. When I see that he’s stopped for a second, I put one foot up on a nearby chair, bend over to show him my butt, aim the plug at my hole, and push it in. It slides right inside, without resistance, all the way to the base, basically thumping into place. I sigh with relief and relax for the first time since daddy removed his hand. “See? Told you needed that plug.” “You’re right, Daddy. Thanks for thinking of me.” “Now it looks like your tiny little boy dick needs to be put away before it causes trouble,” he says. Daddy wants me to put my cage on. I’m sure I would have thought of that once I was alone, but again he’s showing me that he’s thinking of me. He continues, “But you can take care of that after I’m gone. I’m going to head out now. You’ve been such a good boy tonight. Thank you for giving me that hole.” “Thank you for giving me your cock, your load, and your fist,” I say. “I feel amazing.” With a chuckle, he said, “Well, that’s because of something else I gave you, too. You have fun today. I want you to tell Daddy all about it later.” We kiss briefly—an affectionate gesture for us, not a passionate one. He gently pats the base of my butt plug, which lights up my eyes, and with a chuckle, he heads out the door. I scramble to get my chastity cage on, knowing it’s only a matter of minutes before Nick arrives. I grab some vaseline, find the smallest cage base that I have, and lock my cage around my ever-shrinking little dick.

Kinda trashy white bi dude just fucked my ass raw and bred me... his cum is leaking out of my hole as I type this. He hit me up on grindr driving through looking for "just head". he offered to swing by and I guess he noticed from my profile that I was a bottom so he added that he had condoms if I wanted fucked too. Since it was already like 4am and I was tired I declined on getting fucked, but mostly because of the condom. anyway he had a nice dick which he sent a picture of and I hadn't had any luck finding dick all night so I was still down to suck him off and send him on his way with some empty balls. Takes him about 20 mins to get to my apartment, and I let him in and he pulls down his pants and lays back on my bed. I immediately get down on my knees and start licking and sucking his cock. doesn't take him long to get hard and he's pretty verbal which turns me on. I pull my own shorts down a bit to free my cock which is getting rock hard from this masculine rough dude naked on my bed with his cock in my mouth. he keeps referring to himself as daddy and telling me what a good cock sucker i am. I was originally hoping for a quick blow and go but could already tell he was gonna take a while, which i was becoming more and more okay with the more turned on I got. after maybe 5 or 10 minutes of me sucking and worshipping his cock, he asked if he could eat my hole "for a bit". I should've seen where this was going but since he made a point of mentioning condoms earlier I really just thought he wanted to eat my ass to get himself off. so we switch positions - i get on the bed on all fours and he gets behind me and dives face first into my fuck hole. IT felt really good and I was getting really turned on. he was asking me if I liked it, to which I of course responded "yes daddy". Pretty soon I felt him pressing his raw cock against my tight hole. Fuck I was so turned on that he was going to bareback me. He didn't even ask if he could fuck me, or mention anything about status, condoms, etc. just started fucking his big hard cock into my tight pussy. I was really tight and he was slow opening me up which I appreciated. It didn't take long for him to turn my tight little hole into a loose sloppy pussy. he kept calling me baby and telling me what a good fuckhole i was. as much as I love being called any nasty depraved name in the book, 'baby' makes my pussy quiver more than anything. i was so turned on, just face pressed into the bed basically drooling and moaning while he cunted me. After a while he wanted to pull out and have me suck him more, but I wanted his load in my ass. I asked him where he wanted to cum and he responded by asking me where i wanted it. I told him i wanted it in my pussy daddy. "yeah baby you want daddy's load in your pussy fuckhole?" fuck yes, I did. he started to really pound my hole then, picking up pace to his climax. with a few loud grunts he unloaded inside me. he pulled out and laid down on the bed, still rock hard, and told me to suck my ass off his dick. I obliged and got to work as he asked me how my pussy tasted. I just replied "good" as I kept worshipping his cock. He started moaning again and I could tell he wanted to shoot a second load, so even though I was tired I started sucking him harder and faster to get him to fill my mouth quickly. after a few minutes of some heavy throating he filled my mouth with another round of loud grunts. I was a little worried because it was nearly 5am at this point and didn't want him to wake the neighbors, but honestly i didn't really give a fuck and thought it was hot that he didn't either. so what I thought was going to just a quick blowjob turned into a hot fuck and breed. my pussy is going to bed satisfied tonight

I had been playing with my hole for a while this Sunday when my dildo no longer felt like enough. I needed a real dick in my hole. My last hookup was anon and it awakened something inside me. Not seeing but feeling the person fucking me heightened all my senses. Even thinking about it now makes my skin tingle. So I posted a quick ad looking for some ass up anon fun in my small nyc Apt. Soon I had messages from several guys but one really stood out. He and his boyfriend wanted to swing by and tag team me. Without even thinking I accepted telling them that it’s always been my fantasy. Within 30 min I was naked with a blindfold on, ass up and waiting for them to show up. I heard the door open but I lost track of them as soon as it closed. Soon I heard the sound of u buckling right in front of my mouth, instinctively I opened my mouth yearning to taste them. ”No!” He pushed me back “Not yet. I want to have some fun with you.” God all my inhibitions melted away and I just wanted to be used. They had me suck on his balls and really taste their ripeness. I was in heaven. Suddenly I felt something feeling me up behind me. His boyfriend. It was too much I couldn’t follow I was already in my own little world. However I was snapped out of it once he grabbed my head and forced it down on his erect cock. I choked on it, dripping spit everywhere. He didn’t need to say it, I knew he was lubing himself up for the main event. He pushed my head away , grabbed my hips and lined my ass up. I was too tight. He kept pushing until I gave in a little bit and then he started to plow away. Fuck yes. Feeling his balls slap against my ass felt incredible. I also felt the presence of his boyfriend in front of my face. I knew what to do, I opened up and started serving him too. I didn’t know what to do. I just opened up my holes and finally became the faggot I was born to be. His boyfriend was rock hard and wanted a turn. They shoved my body around and they continued where the last person had started. In the moment I didn’t even realize I was doing ass to mouth, but I didn’t care anymore. this kept going for a bit before the first person shot into my throat. Honestly I love the taste of cum so I didn’t mind not getting it in my ass. His boyfriend also fed me his cock to finish but he was rougher. Much rougher. It was hard to taste his cum since some vomit had come up from how deep he kept fucking me. once he came, I was left on my back, face dripping with cum, stretched out hole and with a new favorite way to get breed. I really hope we can do it again. He wants to take me to a gh and get more people to use me hopefully.

Thie following story is fictitious with a mix of fantasy and a smattering of actual events. It is an elaboration of a story I read years ago but I have personalized it. It combines the passion of two men having passionate sex with the mechanism of the ultimate bonding. I’m on my back in the dirt, my shorts off, my legs up in the air and the black guy I just cruised in the park with the huge dick is pumping my ass like he is possessed. I have no idea if he is poz or not. We never discussed condoms or status and I was just happy that his raw dick is going balls deep into my negative ass. I quickly forgot about the risks when I first saw his penis, as all I thought about was how good it would feel inside me. But tonight is different, as that unbeknownst to me that BBC inside me is going to spew a toxic load into my tender ass and start my conversion. When I first spotted him on the trail I thought he might just be a good-looking guy on the down low looking for a blow job. But after I sucked his cock for a while I stood up and reached over to kiss him. To my surprise he reciprocated with his tongue exploring my mouth as our lips locked passionately. I was soon back on my knees sucking him deeply thinking about how perfect his beautiful 8” fat dick would feel fucking me. As I continued to suck his huge cock, I looked up and asked if he would fuck me. He smiled and nodded yes. I took my shorts off and got on my back on the ground, legs up. I wet my ass with my spit, hit my poppers to relax my hole as he began to open me up. I was still too dry so I sat up and slobbered my mouth over his dick to wet it as much as possible. I laid back down and he began sliding deeper inside me. As he fucked me I was in ecstasy. His dick felt so much a part of me as his fucking became, harder and more intense. I’m not poz yet, but I am now seconds away from infection and there is nothing I can do to prevent it. All the efforts of him ramming his cock into my ass are about to pay off. The level of arousal is such that the orgasm that will convert me has started. His prostrate (with the piss tube running through it) begins to stir up the toxic stew that will deliver the virus to the mucus membranes in my shit chute. I know the feeling of a cock swelling for orgasm and I can feel it getting bigger inside me as the tube inside his fills with that potentially lethal mix. Every thrust of his cock goes deeper. It doesn’t hurt but the pressure is intense as he penetrates my second hole. I told him how good it felt and how I wanted his nut inside me. His breathing is getting more rapid and he begins groaning with his thrusts deeper and more violent as we both enjoy the feel of his ever more engorged cock. His tube is nearly full. While only 5 percent of the volume is sperm, there are as many as 500,000,000 of the little baby makers ready to make the swim of their lives but they will only die in the dark dank reaches of my queer asshole. There are a number of different fluids that are present as well, most of them carrying the virus that will soon infect my body. Suddenly he shouts FUCK!, and moves into the next phase of his virus inserting orgasm. The pressure in the closed off piss tube has reached the maximum and it signals the front sphincter to open suddenly. The built up cum pressure forces the poison wad to start swiftly moving toward his cock head. His jizz is near his hard tapered cockhead and the state of overall arousal and the sensation of the dollop of cum reaching his glans combines for more action. The muscle like parts of that glorious piece of man meat start contracting. He’s groaning louder and kissing me deep as I feel is dick expanding further. His work is nearly done as the tensing of those cock control systems expel the shot with great force, as much as 80 miles per hour. All I know is that I’m enjoying a great fuck and I know this incredibly hot black man is about to explode into my willing ass. The HIV rich semen has been launched and will soon be residing in my ass. Now the filthy load is out of the tip of his cock and free flowing towards the lining of my rectum. Splat and it hits me. The virus is now mine; it is in my ass. I can’t say I actually feel his fluids shooting in me, but I am experiencing a fullness that is overwhelming…His semen is filling me as he continues to spasm and shooting his gift. The continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down my hole increasing the points of contact giving the virus more opportunities to infect me as wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked. The deed is nearly done. HIs strokes are not as deep, and his cock begins to soften. He has mixed a toxic wad of white sticky goo and shot it deep into my ass and then smeared it for maximum effect. Finally, he withdraws, and it is now up to the virus and the receptiveness of my ass. The brutal fucking damaged the lining of the very thin membranes of my ass-cunt and my body is ready to accept its fate. The infection begins. The virus containing cum that is smeared inside me begins offloading its passengers. The poor sperm are condemned to die in my shit hole or will be expelled with the next dump I take, but the HIV causing virus is very happy as my warm dark hole is a good place for them. The thin and damaged walls of my rectum make it easy to move in and they begin gathering together, replicating and preparing to wage a war on my immune system. A war they will win. A few months later I will get that test result I was not expecting. But for now, I have no idea that the war was started, all I know is that I’m lying in the dirt, cum in my ass, happily and thoroughly fucked. It is just a matter of days until the war has been won and I’m HIV+. I had no clue what has just happened. I have just been pozzed.

So, i am super excited about this and i have no one to tell. So i am telling you guys. i am in a BDSm thing with the most incredible Guy. He owns me. Anyway, He’s just said that He won’t ever use condoms with me again. i am so excited.

My partner caught me off guard last night saying he had a 'surprise' for me last night. I was fraught with work and wasn't really in the mood at the time. But he persisted. I decided to fuck work and prepare for this adventure. The next thing I know this guy about half our age shows up at our house in a jock strap and I swear his BBC was at LEAST 7 inches...soft...and it filled up a jock strap all the way down. My bf (a total top) asked him where he even hides that in his pants lol. We then proceed to do all the 3some things and then our partner asks me to ride our friends' cock. Now this got me scared! He was exceptionally thick AND long! It took me about 5 minutes to get him about 70% inside my ass. Once I did, it was PURE heaven! Until...he pressed the last inch or so of his 9.5 rock hard cock to that LAST spot inside! It honestly hurt...I later realized he was hitting my second hole inside. I've never felt that before! But both of them absolutely LOVED watching me struggle! After I felt his ROCK hard cock spasm inside me and shoot his load, I said I have GOT to get back to work! About 10 minutes later, he walked into my office and said...I need to show you something...come back to the bedroom...where he proceeded to fuck the HELL out of me another time! Yet again...I decided work could wait so the 3 of us decided to sleep naked in bed together. In the morning, I thought his ARM was caressing my cheeks but it was his ROCK hard, THICK cock, ready for more! It just so happened that the bf went to the bathroom to pee at this time and then our friend proceeded to press his HUGE cock into my ass again! This took another few minutes of me struggling and then the bf walked in on us with half our friend inside me 😎....he came a 3rd time inside me....and then there was this morning, about 5 hours later. I got up to get ready for the day and, all of the sudden, I control myself and...I swear about a half cup of cum came running down my legs inside my jeans! I have NEVER experiences that sort of opening, cum inside experience ever before but can't WAIT for it to happen again! 😁 What are your stories? 🐖

Love the idea of a faggot being choked as it is being impaled. Being told that it is about to receive the gift of poz seed at the last moment and blacking out at the moment it feels the man shooting his huge load inside. The last thought would be wondering if it will ever wake up again and that even if it did, it's days are numbered and it will forever be a pozzed up and diseased hole for others to use.

As He fucked me against a wall He whispered into my ear “This is your purpose in life; to be a hole for real men.”

I second this advice. The body generates pain for a reason, to let us know that something is wrong. The tissues and structures around the anus are vulnerable to injury, and the types of injury that can result from taking cock, and especially oversized intrusion, can be a matter to be taken seriously. Anal fissure comes to mind. Also, numbing the discomfort resulting from the emergence of an STD infection will not cure the ailment, it will just make you less aware of the need to have it treated. If something doesn’t feel right down there, it’s always best to know exactly what the issue is, and deal with it specifically, rather than just trying to use some generic cure-all and hope for the best.

I think what the OP meant was, he wants to stock up on useful antibiotics while he's in Mexico (and they're much more often available without a prescription) to bring back to the US for use as emergency PEP, etc., not that he needs antibiotics for what he's doing in Mexico.

Speaking as someone on the outside: the moderators (as you note, all unpaid volunteers) don't have time to read every post on this site. They rely, therefore, on the reports of other users as to problematic content. So if an alert user notices post A that violates the rules, but doesn't happen across post B, A is going to get removed (and possibly a penalty levied), and B is not. That's not because the mods are playing favorites for B. Another point is that the rules have changed, over time - discussion of deliberate pozzing and bug chasing, for instance, is now restricted to the Backroom areas, whereas at one point, some years ago, it was not. It wasn't practical, when the rules changed, to go through tens or hundreds of thousands of posts on this site looking for anything that might break the new rules, and it would have necessitated moving a huge percentage of existing threads into the backroom even if the thread topic itself was fine for the main areas. A related issue is that when the site was laid out, the Health Forum included a huge number of topics about why people bareback, why people take the risk, etc. - but that was long before PrEP and when serosorting was the only option for lowering (but by no means eliminating) risk while barebacking. Barebacking, itself, is no longer highly dangerous *if* one is on PrEP, and so all the people boasting about how much better raw feels, how they're raw sluts who won't take condoms, etc. have zero to do with health at all. Ideally, they'd all be moved to another section of the forum so that "Health" would be about "Health" and people wouldn't be inspired to create off-topic threads there. That's the nature of change, both in real-world circumstances and in online rules. Roll with the punches as best you can.

Chaper 51: Pozzed Well it wasn't me, but the boy that we met at the campground with his Sir sent me a message saying that he had converted. He seemed so happy and I was happy for him. I knew deep in my heart, I wanted to be like him. He asked if I was still on Prep and I said yes. He said he'd love to blow his toxic load in me even though I was. We had made an amazing friendship at the campground and I was confident that after we got together again with my dad and his Sir, I would make my final decision. I suggested that the 4 of us get together at the campground again, and he said his Sir would contact my dad to set it up. My dad told mom that he had planned another bonding weekend, and this time it was an amusement park. Of course that was the "amusement park" at the campground! We met for friend and his Sir there, and his Sir suggested the boys take one cabin, and my dad and him take the other. My friend was smart and told his Sir that I was still on the fence about becoming poz, and he was confident that he could convince me to go off of it. We retreated to our cabins and immediately stripped and I began to hug and kiss my friend, congratulating him on becoming poz. He told me the conversion was tough with the fuck flu that lasted a week. He continued by saying his dad helped him through it though. I asked him how, and his dad constantly filled him with his seed. He said his dad was different now though. He wasn't just getting fucked, but his dad was making love to him during conversion. I told him that my dad had taught him the difference between the two, and I loved it both ways. My friend said his dad was still a pig though, as after he was over the fuck flu, his dad had another group session with his poz friends that were at his conversion party, plus a few more. Both of our cocks were rock hard now, and my friend said let's have sex. I agreed and he asked if I wanted him to fuck me, or make love to me? I said why not both? Our first session was a wild fuck fest with plenty of verbal poz talk. We didn't even have time to set up the sling, but we had sex throughout the cabin. My friend told me for this session, i was to refer to him as Sir and as such he would address me however he wished We fucked in the kitchen, over the counter and on the table. We fucked on the sofa and ended up in the bed. I suspected that we were moving around so that my friend could edge in me to make it a much longer session. There was nothing romantic about this round of sex, in fact the poz talk was even more intense than the role play my dad and I had. Once he had shot his toxic load in me, he plugged my ass, and we cuddled and kissed in the bed. His first words were my toxic seed will now grow in you, and you will be mine forever. These are the exact words I knew my dad would say when and if he converted me.

In women who get a vaginal chlamydia infection, a subsequent rectal infection sometimes occurs due to secretions passing between the two orifices. Studies suggest that the incidence of rectal-to-urethral coinfection in men is less common. That is to say, not impossible, but not guaranteed. Chlamydia does not infect the reproductive tract via an internal route from the rectum to the urethra; it would have to make the transition between orifices. This can occur manually - our hands go lots of places. One common complication of chlamydia is a conjunctival coinfection, where the infection is transferred to the eye by a contaminated hand. Your rectal chlamydia isn’t automatically going to infect your cum from the inside of you and shoot into someone you fuck. The risk, rather, is that you will secrete infected fluid from your rectum in the course of sex, it gets on your cock, and you then insert it into your partner. Sex, as you may have noticed, is messy. The treatment for chlamydia is simple and of relatively short duration. Get it dealt with, abstain for the brief time required to be safe, and then get back in the saddle.

This is so hot ! It really does something to us admitting what we are on camera. Some years ago, one night, an algerian dad who used to fuck me hard, made me drink a lot then fucked my mouth. I was so drunk I let him film me with his mobile phone. At one point he pulled my hair and ordered me to look into the camera and tell him what I was. I said something like I m a fag for muslim cock or something like that. I never saw the video but it s out there. This alone freed me in a way. It s like liberating to know someone has this power on you.

Oh man, you won't believe what happened to me over the Easter weekend. So, I (m42, bearish daddy type) was at the mall just browsing the bookstore, looking for something good to read. That's when I saw her - this young chick with curves in all the right places, wearing a cute little crop top that showed off her belly button and goth-style clothes. She was checking out the horror section, and I couldn't resist making my way over there to strike up a conversation. I found out her name was Tamara and we hit it off. We talked about the books we were into and she told me she really wanted to buy some, but didn't have enough cash. So, I offered to pay for them in exchange for some company. She looked at me at first a little perplexed then it dawned on her what I was asking. It was a big gamble. I mean, if she said yes, she would literally become a book whore. But I offered to buy Hardcover, so ... But after a bit of hesitation, she agreed, I paid for the books and we headed out of the store and to the one mall bathroom, where usally nobody went to (because the food Court had a better one). We went into the stall and she looked shyly up to me, unsure of what to do. Perfect, I like to be in charge. "Undress", I told her. She put the bag with books on the hook and started to take of her clothes. She had white bra and some nasty ripped panties underneath, that didn't cover her pushy. She was cleanly shaven. "I will take a picture of you, for my collection", I added. She looked shyly in the Camera, but I didn't push it further. I wanted to fuck her, not spook her with making more pictures. So here is the one picture: "Kneel", I ordered and she went on her knees. I open my zipper and took my hard Cock out. I hold it out to her and she slowly took it in her mouth. She had no trouble taking it in and started sucking. She was good. She grabbed my balls with one hand, while she managed to seep throat all my 7 to 8 inches. I was impressed. She gagged a little, while carassing my balls. Her other hand went to my butt and Slipper between my cheeks, caressing my butthole. Oh what a nice little bookslut this one was ... But I usually don't come anymore from somebody sucking me. Since my twenties that stopped working, unless they are really professional. i think if I would have let her, Tamara could have done it. But I wanted to put my seed in her. I grabbed her by the chin and pulled her up. I pressed my mouth on hers, which was wet from salvia. I could taste my Cock in her tongue. I pushed her around, pressed her against the wall, so I could have access to her big butt. I grabbed her by the pushy and my finger slipped effortlessly in. She was soaking wet. Buying hardcover really seemed to work. I positioned myself behind her pushed my dick in her. She was so wet, it went in without much trouble. She groaned. "Oh daddy", she whispered. Holy fuck, I think my rock hatd Cock got even harder. I pushed completely into her and could hear a surpassed cry. She bit her lip to not cry out loud. She looked back at me. "Fuck me, Daddy, fill me up." She didn't had to tell me twice. I started pounding her, watching her soft body giggle with every stroke. That's why I like fucking chubby and fat girls. They giggle so nicely. Her white hairless skin was a nice contrast to my hairy belly and I just jackhammerd her pussy from behind for like 5 minutes, before I could feel the buildup. It was intense. I didn't came since I bred the twink last week. I exploded into her, grunting loudly. "Yeah, Dandy, fill me up, make me pregnant!" I laughed a little. Now that my Lust was taken care of it sounded a little fake. But she turned around and the grin on her face felt genuine. She put on back her clothes without cleaning herseld up. When she pulled up her pants, I could see my sperm running down her leg. "If you want to buy me more stuff, I can give you my number. I could use another sugar daddy." Ah, the youth of today. Of course I took her number. She was talented.

Approaching the building, Everett rang the 'nighttime service' buzzer. He was buzzed in and walked to the front desk. "Green salad and a smoothie, Lenny" He said passing the food. "Where is he?" "End of the corridor, last door on your left." He replied. "Just be warned, he's in bad shape." The corridor smelled of disinfectant as Everett made his way to his destination. Opening the door, he saw a gaunt figure in bed with a shock of white hair on his head. "I know it's past visiting hours, but would you like some company?" Looking up, the man said, "I haven't had any visitors in the three months I've been here. Yes, the staff will talk to me, but that's their job. Please, step inside and have a seat. To have such an attractive visitor is more than I dared hope for." His accent was definitely European, either Dutch or German. "Please excuse my appearance, I'm hardly looking my best. I'm Will." He held out a bony hand. "My name's Everett, but call me Ev, there's no need to be formal." He said, shaking hands as he sat at Will's bedside. "Given what you're dealing with, I think you look well. Quite handsome, if I might say so. Would you like to tell me about yourself?" Shocked that someone would take an interest in him, Will said. "I come from a small town in Germany, and aside from knowing I was gay at the age of ten, I lived a normal life. Having earned a scholarship, I was eighteen when I moved here. New York was everything I needed to be free and live as a gay man. While I did well in school, I found it wasn't what I wanted. I've always had a talent for music, so I joined a band, kind of a punk, grunge thing. I was the only gay guy in the group, but they didn't care. Our gimmick was our lack of wardrobe. We only wore skimpy briefs and mine left little to the imagination. To be honest, we weren't very good, but we did scrape by. Around this time, I met my man. Greg was sweet and sexy and most importantly, a slut like me, so monogamy wasn't an issue. Both of us were free to fuck and get fucked by others, both separately and as a couple. When the plague hit, we had a serious discussion and we reached a mutual decision to continue fucking and getting fucked bareback, leaving it to the luck of the draw. The draw hit me first and Greg nursed me through it. Big surprise, I was diagnosed with a med resistant strain. Because I loved Greg, I offered to go for safe sex, but he wouldn't have it. He had me fucking him five or six times a day until he got sick and I nursed him through it. We continued fucking around and being honest about our status. Believe it or not there were many like us. Greg wasn't as strong as me and he died in my arms five months ago. I went on a downward spiral and wound up here. Having made peace with myself, I'm ready for what happens next. If Heaven is filled with people who hate me for being gay, I'll gladly go to the other place. Sorry for being a downer, but it feels good to get it off my chest." A thought suddenly occurred to Everett and he said, "While we've only just met, if you've ever posed for gay porn under the name of Wilhelm, then I know who you are!" He hadn't given a thought to that brief part of his life in years. To have this man mention it brought a smile to his face. "Yes, I'm Wilhelm and I just did it for fun. I hope you enjoyed it." "Enjoyed it would be an understatement!" Ev replied. "I probably shot gallons of cum jacking to those pics! Your face is thinner, Wilhelm but you're still a handsome man! Would it be okay if I kissed you?" His smile broadening, Will said, "Trust me, I haven't kissed anyone since I kissed Greg goodbye, so it would be more than okay. I'd be happy to kiss such a handsome man, but you're likely to be disappointed as my mouth is quite dry." "Let me take care of that!" Ev announced, grabbing Will's chin to hold his mouth open. Once, twice, three times, he spit into his mouth. Pulling him closer, he thrust his tongue into Will's mouth. The spit did it's job and they kissed passionately. As they broke the kiss, Will took Ev's hand and squeezed it. "You can't know how much that kiss means to me. The intimate contact of another man has always been important to me. I must also say that you're a wonderful kisser and all this from a photo shoot." "Speaking of the photo shoot, there was a certain caption that distinguished you." Ev said, excitedly, reaching under Will's hospital gown. "There they are! BULL BALLS!!" Hefting them in his hand, he was amazed at how heavy they felt. "And that magnificent cock that goes along with them!" "You do remember!" Will said filled with mixed emotions. "Given a no longer magnificent cock that's only good for pissing, my BULL BALLS are pretty much useless. At least you have your memories." Extracting a yellow cialis tablet from his shirt pocket, Ev suggested, "If you agree, we can both have more than memories! That is if you find me attractive. Would you have fucked me before you got this?" He stood up and briefly pulled down his sweatpants to reveal a firm, hairy ass before sitting down again. His eyes wide, Will declared, "I would've fucked you before and if this pill works, I might fuck you now! But you need to think about what you're getting into. or more importantly what would be getting into you! This is no picnic! Not just AIDS but a meds resistant strain." With a pat on Will's bony knee, Ev reassured him. "Believe me, I've given this thorough consideration and if I had any reservations, I wouldn't be here. If you need any incentives, think of me as your living legacy, a new version of your toxic virus, fucking as your proxy! For me, carrying a piece of Wilhelm is lethal icing on the case." "You make a compelling case!" Will said, snatching the pill from Ev's hand and popping it in his mouth. "I never thought I'd fuck again after Greg's passing and it's like you're offering me a piece of my life back and a bit of immortality. Don't take this the wrong way but this is deliciously twisted!" To be continued

So what kind of foreplay turns you on the most? For me it’s getting a good rimjob. Eat my ass really well and you can get me to do almost anything. Before even getting that far, a take charge guy gets me hot. I love being told what to wear and what to do as long as the guy isn’t an asshole about it. It’s a kind of tantric foreplay for me. How about you guys?

A short story. Part 1 - Tales Of Old There are many haunting tales around the world, some of which were written about in books then turned in to box office movies to give the viewer a good fright and an enjoyable movie. Connor though was not one for this kind of movie, even as he entered adulthood. There was one particular tale he had come across during his childhood that he read many times. It was strange since it was a paragraph hand written on the inside page of a book about the history of mythical night creatures. He had always assumed the book belonged in the library of his adopted parents home. The book first attracted him by the deep red velvet cover with gold bindings. It was certainly not a book you could just pick up at a bookshop since it was very old, in fact it was ancient looking but weirdly in good condition. The hand written paragraph drew him back time after time and even though he was studying for a business degree at university he also read history, an interest born out of reading that paragraph amongst other things. Connor couldn't work out that this one written paragraph sent the strangest shivers up his spine every time he read it. Despite that he could recite it almost word for word from having read it so many times. The paragraph was simply titled 'Travenni 1865' yet the way it was written felt like the author was a fortune teller and wondered if this was just silly ramblings, yet it was so intriguing to read. 'When the time comes seek perpetual daylight as your only saviour. For the young Kovalek son lives and never dies, the family at his knees now gone and a sibling who disappeared without trace but lives a secret life. The village of Travenni is in danger of being wiped out through his anger and search for the one, yet he know not of when they will appear. His appearance spells doom for your soul, the flicker of a shadow in the corner of your eye, his icy breath behind you chills your spine, the deathly accuracy when he takes his victim. A sharp gasp of breath taken by your mouth as your eyes flutter. The force of your beating heart pumps harder quickening the process until it stops beating, its purpose devoid of meaning in your now lifeless body. An ability to control ones mind from a close distance, you feel a madness taking over but it makes him weak to invade, he is destined to control others in his quest. You can only see him if he presents himself to you, his touch freezes your body and thoughts. His icy blue eyes so mesmerising pulling you under his spell for he shall take them to serve his own need, his way of getting close to the one. His manifestation drives only a purpose and quest seeking each Berkhoff family ancestors. The one who carries the blood of purity that will unleash and free him from perpetual darkness. Yet he shall not kill the one who carries the blood of purity, only by their existence and willingness can he take their blood. He will find the one who remains, he will taste their purity and see the light of day, too much purity is blurred and could spell disaster.' The paragraph was signed by who Connor assumed was the person who wrote it 'Lettie Arno Borsch 1878'. It was in a way one of the strangest things to this day that Connor read and all through school he did many searches on the family names but it all seemed to end around the year of 1829. He thought nothing more about it until he finished school and was wondering through he manor house to the library where he found the book again. His adopted parents had a vast array of unusual books that he had spent many hours reading, they were not eccentric people by any means. In many ways they were just a normal family having formally adopted Connor when he was one year old, he knew no different and had a very happy upbringing in the quaint village of Chalfont Fortis in the Cotswolds. Adopted parents or not, he saw them as his parents and they would always remain that. At 20 years old Connor was sporty young lad with striking black hair, piercing blue eyes and average height of five feet nine inches, a slim but sporty athletic build and very attractive looking with kind facial features. He knew he was gay at 18 years old and openly talked about to his parents who were very chilled about it, they knew it was not a choice but how you developed in life. Opening up about his sexual preference was never hidden, after all his parents had never kept his adoption secret from him. There was nothing to hide or trace of where he actually came from. When he was sixteen he tried with his fathers help to trace his adoption but the trail was dry and only started from when he was left in the village church early one morning before the Christmas day service. It did have the misfortune of him being quickly known as baby Jesus, his adopted parents offered to look after the baby until the mother could be found. It took almost a year before authorities admitted they had no idea where he came from and allowed him to be formally adopted. On the sole of his left foot was a very weird mark that looked like the outline of a lotus flower. As Connor grew and the mark remained the same size, it was a red mark that looked like some weird birth mark. Village life in the Cotswolds was of course rife with local gossip and Chalfont Fortis was no different in that regards. The village was split in two halves by the stream that run through it, on the east side was the church, pub and school along with pretty village cottages and houses that radiated out either side of the church following the stream north and south. The west side of the stream was the local village shop and even larger old houses going south until you reached Fortis Manor, home to Connor and his parents. Going north from the shop passing cottages set back from the road with charming gardens led you to a turning where large heavy iron gates lead in to the Chalfont Weir estate and the large mansion. Enclosed by a large old and partly crumbling brick wall that stretched the entire way around the estate. It was once home to the lord of the manor and handed down through generations of the Smythe family. Over the many summers growing up Connor and his friend James would spend with jam jars and fishing nets in the stream trying to catch tadpoles or anything else that happened to be in their vicinity. Everyone knew everyone and everyone knew everyone's business so there was no hiding secrets in the village, families came and went finding out that village life was really not for them. The east side was the only part of the village where properties would go up for sale the further out of the village you got, there rally was nothing here for those who didn't know what village life was all about. To Connor and James the whole place was a playground to be explored over and over. James frequently stayed at Fortis Manor, dating back to early 1700's the place was perfect for hide and seek. Set on the banks of the stream it was a seven bedroom manor house with an unusual large room where banquets would have been held back in the day, now though it was a large lounge with a huge fireplace, it was the heart of the home and always had a enormous Christmas tree in during the festive season. His adopted father a famous historian gave one off lectures at many universities around the world, this meant Connor was fortunate enough to visit many countries growing up. Sir Edward Barton and his wife Lady Jane Barton lead a quiet life that Connor loved, he learnt to cook and be pretty self sufficient by his mother. Gerald Smythe was the last existing family member who lived a solitude existence in the large sprawling Chalfont Weir mansion, he had a housekeeper who lived in the village called Betty. She was the main source of gossip as well. Despite his solitude existence Gerald would often walk down to the village shop and sit on the low wall of the bridge over the stream chatting away to Connor and James whilst watching their efforts to catch tadpoles. When he returned to the estate the gates closed and his solitary existence resumed, he like his privacy yet he was always happy to talk when out and about. He was a man of mystery and never married, he always maintained that the family was defective with bad genes so it ended with him. A rather strange look on life Connor thought when talking to Gerald that day when he paused on his way to the shop. Connor was sat waiting for James to head back to university after a weekend home. Even though they had grown up they now went to same university, and James loved having his best friend around. A friend that had never waivered even when he had that difficult conversation of coming out to James. At Oxford where they were both studying degrees. Connor with his history and business studies, the history was more of an indulgence and hobby. He and James shared a flat in Oxford and their friendship was so close that many assumed them to be brothers. James was the same age and height as Connor and he was studying to be a sports physio and hence had a big liking for all manner of sports and working out. He had what Connor called a body to have sex with, a nice muscle proportion that James was not afraid of showing off around the flat along with his natural looks, brown hair and brown eyes. Straight without a shadow of doubt and he loved the fact Connor was gay, it meant less competition on the girl front. They both had numerous students chasing them every week but they remained focused on their studies preferring each others company. Connor though was quite partial to getting the occasional blow job in the university library since it was known as the place to pick up a quickie between lectures. Coming out of his long day of history lectures they had been given an assignment to write a piece on historical mysteries, fact or fiction. Most of the other students were complete avid history buffs that verged on a know it all attitude. There was one who sat over to the back left of the lecture hall that he had never spoken to. In fact they never spoke to anyone in lectures and always had their head down, Connor liked watching him for he was quite sexy in a nerdy way. He had heard rumblings that nerdy had been seen in a local gay bar a few nights. He knew the guy was the higher end of 19 years old and there was something quite sexually alluring about him. His mousey brown hair, blue eyes with average build and standing just marginally shorter than himself made him just Connor's type. With the assignment to be completed over the summer break he first thought was to call his father for suggestions. That would have been too easy to not challenged him enough, instead he went to the library and up the stairs to the section on historical artefacts and legends. It was a section he had only been in once before and it contained copies of numerous ancient writings, artefacts and books on legends through out the ages that he was hoping would give him some inspiration. The whole library was fairly quiet and this section was even quieter at this late time of day, only one other person stood there analysing some books, running his finger along the shelf as he shuffled along. Connor recognised nerdy immediately and decided to take the row on the other side of the book shelf to avoid him, he started wandering down looking at the books on medieval legends and witchcraft. "Nothing interesting that side" came the voice from the other side of the bookshelf. Connor smirked and carried on "I might find something worth writing about" he replied. "You are Professor Sir Barton's son aren't you?" the voice now asked. Connor looked at the book his finger was poised on "How do you know that?" he asked curiously. "I read all his books and wiki page" the voice said appearing to move towards the end. Christian appeared round the end "I am studying history of course I would know who you are" he added. Connor rested his elbow on the shelf looking at him "So you have me at a disadvantage" he said. "I guess you don't like an uneven playing field then" Christian said verging on flirting. Connor chuckled "Are you trying to pick me up?" he asked resuming his reading of book titles. "I'm Christian" he said moving towards Connor, "And of course I am trying to pick you up" he said holding his hand out. Connor smiled shaking his hand "I have never been picked up so openly like that" he said. He laughed loudly "Figured you are not stupid being Professor Barton's son" Christian said in a matter of fact way Connor smiled at him "I may be his son but I have to study as well" he said. Christian grinned moving closer "I read up about you when I knew you was in my lectures". Connor chuckled "There is nothing interesting to read about me" he replied. "I beg to differ" Christian said walking off, "There is a study room behind the last bookshelf". Connor chuckled as his obvious hint for him to follow, he liked how he never even asked and just took it for granted they were going to do this. Connor looked at the book his finger was on then slowly removing it, he looked back over his shoulder to make sure they were alone. He followed Christian past the final row before they both nervously stepped in to the study room. Christian reached behind him closing the door and looking him in the eye, placing his hand around Connor's waist moving his head closer he tested the water running his lips softly over his closed mouth. He responded moving his lips and kissing Christian lightly in the process, after all he quite often found Christian to be sexy even if a little nerdy at times. The hand pulled him closer and Christian instigated a kiss using his lips to take Connor's upper lip then lower lip, repeating each movement until Connor reacted parting his lips and flickering his tongue gently against Christian's lips. His hand now moved around Christian's neck, it was his turn to instigate a kiss and he was going full on spearing his tongue in to Christian's mouth and forcing their mouths together until their tongues danced together before letting go. Connor looked down to find Christian's free hand now had hold of his cock through his jeans, Connor chuckled and moaned softly grabbing a feel of Christian's arse. Christian moved back and smiled "Been wanting to do that for ages" he softly said. "You only had to ask me" Connor replied unable to take his eyes off him for some reason. "I was never sure if you were interested in me" Christian replied. Connor kissed him on the lips again "Turn around, bend over and you will see" he said. Straight away Christian pulled down his sweats and turned around bending over the study table glancing back at Connor in the process. Connor stepped forward and slapped him on the arse then dropped to his knees ramming his face in to the sweet crevice of his arse, his tongue striking hard on his hole. Christian tried to steady himself as his legs wobbled nearly giving way and moaning in to his sleeve to muffle any sound. His eyes opened wide at the thrilling sensation of Connor eating his arse whilst depositing saliva and loosening his hole. He raised his head looking back feeling the air now circulating again over his arse, Connor had stood up and was undoing his jean quickly then pulling out his cock and rubbing it several times. Spitting in to his hand and rubbing it over his seven inches of rock hard cock then dribbling saliva over Christians crack he moved him pressing the head of his cock lightly at first until his hole gave way. Christian raised himself up but Connor pushed him back down keeping his hand on his back to stop him moving, the hole was tight but he was not giving up so easy. Pulling out a little he dribbled more saliva and began pushing back in again, the moans rising from Christian in waves as he slipped deeper inside his arse. He gave Christian a few moments then leant over placing his arm around his neck pushing his cock deeper. Slowly at first his hips rocked back then forward, Christian moaned then grabbed hold of Connor's arse pulling him deeper inside. He responded thrusting forward even harder and quicker testing how much Christian would be able to absorb before tapping out. Connor kissed his ear and ran his tongue along his cheek then finally kissing him again, all the time his hips rocking fast as he fucked Christian for the first time. He felt the signs approaching then shutting his eyes tight for a brief moment he thrusted forward with all his might and pushing Christian painfully up against the desk. The force of his ejaculation causing him to bite down on Christian's shoulder as he felt the release of the cum from his balls moving at lightspeed through his shaft and into Christian. The chain reaction left Christian pushing his arse back in a greedy attempt to feel all of his top man's orgasm. He knew this was a dangerous game but he had no cause to question Connor's status there and then, his body wanted, needed to be bred by him. There was a bizarre angel like quality about Connor that clouded how ruthless and amazing he was at performing the top in sex. His body collapsed on top and Christian moaned, his hips now pushing gently working the last drops of his seed out. Connor lifted his head up and looked at Christian "You okay down there?" he asked. Christian nodded "Hell yes" he replied then smiled looking very content. "You are funny" Connor replied standing up slowly extracting his cock then pulling his jeans up. Christian stood and pulled his sweats up "Can we do this again sometime?" he asked blushing. Connor nodded "Sure, I would love to" he confirmed, "Not so nerdy after all" he added. "We are all nerdy studying history" Christian said wagging a finger at him. Connor laughed and roughly pulled him forward planting a kiss hard that had Christian slightly reeling when he was released. Connor quietly closed the door watching Christian returning to browsing the bookshelf. Acting cool and natural Connor walked in to the same row and they smiled at each other going through several books on medieval historic events that might shed some ideas. "Might be easier to use the archive files" Christian said, "You know search keywords". Connor nodded "Suppose so, there might be more references on the subject" he agreed. Christian read through a page of a book "Medusa" he said, "Might base mine on Medusa". "Really?" Connor asked looking at him. Christian grabbed another book on Greek history "Have you not decided yet?" he asked. "No" Connor replied looking at a book on the legend of Dracula, "This one intrigues me" he said. Christian took the book and read the first part "Vampires. Typical" he said. "Well thanks!" Connor said smirking, "And Medusa isn't?" he asked. "Yes but Dracula is so done, there are other vampire myths you could try" Christian suggested. He retrieved a book from the shelf that had a wolf with large fangs on the cover titled Transylvania Myths of Night and passed it to Connor. He laughed rolling his eyes and opened the book looking at the chapters and noticed one near the end called Romaleva. He couldn't remember ever hearing of this name and he turned to page to be stumped by the first sentence 'The ancient region of Romaleva and Travenni played host to a tale of vampires long assumed to be related to Dracula, this was not the case but details are vague'. Connor couldn't quite believe he had found mentioned the village of Travenni again. "I have a hand written paragraph about this village" Connor said showing Christian. Christian read it "Vampire myth, could be worth a go" he said going back to his book. Connor put the book back "I need to go, dinner with my flatmate" he said picking up his bag. "Sure, see you tomorrow" Christian said retrieving another book on Medusa. The following day Connor returned to the library and began using the archive searching for vampires, as expected Dracula appeared time and time again, in fact in almost every reference he was mentioned. Then one reference in particular caught his attention that mentioned more than one dynasty and referenced a book called called Historical Lands & Persecutions. He ran up the stairs to the same historical section and began searching through until his finger ran over the book he was looking for. Night of heavy reading he said to himself taking the book downstairs. He began to turn the pages of the book reading sporadic parts for anything that caught his eye. Christian arrived in the library and sat down opposite him getting his books out and looking at Connor until he looked up. "Hey" Connor said smiling at him. Christian sat down "So you noticed me then" he said smiling, "Hi. What are you reading?". Connor showed him the book "Dracula?" Christian asked looking quietly amused. "What's so amusing?" Connor asked looking up at him with a grin. Christian opened his books "You and four others doing Dracula" he replied. "Well I am not doing Dracula, I am trying to find this other myth" Connor said winking at him. "Stop flirting with me" Christian said opening his notepad and writing. Connor put his head down and went back to flipping pages until he got to page 320 where there was a brief mention of that small region called Romaleva dating back to 1865. It then went on to reveal that Romaleva ceased to exist in 1870 and became integrated in to Transylvania after the population was wiped out by a plague, the region was host to numerous persecutions around the same time that the many stories around Dracula surfaced yet never substantiated, the records referring to a plague were also not substantiated since the principal village was burnt to the ground. That was it, just a paragraph but it was enough to spike Connor's interest that would make ideal subject matter for their assignment. The next few hours he searched the internet and archive reference. It was like Romaleva had been wiped out of history or deemed unimportant to write about. "Are you going to keep huffing like that?" Christian asked sitting back in chair watching him. Connor looked up "Sorry, I seem to hit a dead end about this region of Romania" he said. "Do deeper research then" Christian suggested, "We have two months to do it". Connor chuckled "You after time away with me?" he asked turning the page of his book. "Certainly not" Christian replied looking shocked, "Quite full of yourself aren't you". Connor smirked keeping his head down "You didn't complain being full of me" he replied. "Is that so" Christian said scribbling away in his pad. "Yes!" Connor replied smugly then noticing a reference to a village called Travenni. Christian looked up at his sudden silence "You look like you have seen a ghost" he said. "Plague!" Connor suddenly called out and looking at Christian. "What are you going on about?" Christian asked quite confused over his rambling. Connor recited from memory "The village of Travenni was burnt to the ground". Christian appeared confused "What about it?" he asked, "Is it linked to Romaleva?". "Yes" Connor exclaimed looking at him, "Travenni was the main village of Romaleva" he replied. Christian nodded "And the other book refers to it as a plague" he said getting it. Connor nodded "The writing I have was written in 1870 when Romaleva ceased to exist". "Wow" Christian said suitably impressed, "I wish I was doing that one with you". Connor closed all the books "I want to do you know what with you" he said glaring at him. Christian laughed "Does history get you all horny then?" he asked closing his books. "What about it?" Connor asked looking at him, "Not sex, doing the assignment with me?". Christian started packing his books away "First we go see Prof and ask what he knows" he said. Connor laughed "Is that a yes then?" he asked looking all serious at him. "Okay, since I have nothing better to write about" Christian replied. They rushed towards the professors office and put the case to him about them working together on the assignment. Professor Lindton listened intently at the detail of what they had, even he admitted it wasn't much to go on. But what they had matched up in the last 24 hours was impressing the professor, when they finished speaking he sat back looking between them both. "Why this subject?" Lindton asked, "You have very little to go on, just a region". "Isn't that just it?" Connor replied, "Finding if the subject matter was fact of fiction". "Connor found the link between the persecutions and the village of Travenni" Christian said. Lindton nodded "Travenni was burnt to the ground, how will you find it?" he asked them both. Connor looked at Christian knowing they had no answer "We need to research it more" Connor said. Lindton retrieved a very old book "It is the first time anyone has done this subject" he said. Connor looked surprised "I mean we could do Dracula but half the class is doing it". Lindton held up a finger to stop Connor "Romaleva was a region in the north" he said. They sat forward "Vadimov estate was or is home to the Kovalek family" Lindton added. Lindton looked up at them "I would start with the village of Vladeni" he suggested. "Can we do this then together?" Christian asked looking hopeful. "Yes" Lindton replied, "Go to Vladeni and start there. The faculty will pay for the trip". "Really?" Connor enquired looking shocked at the professor's offer. Lindton smiled "If I didn't offer it to you your father would be on my case" he replied smiling. "Thank you" they both said to the professor. "Don't leave any stone unturned" Lindton advised them, "Investigate and get results". Christian smiled "Where do we start" he said more to himself reading through Connor's notes. "The church, all Romanian churches have historical archives hidden away" Lipton replied. "They do?" Connor now asked sounding surprised, "I would have gone to public records". Lindton chuckled "You are forgetting your basic vampire myths and tales" he reminded them. "Of course, they cannot step on sacred ground" Christian said. Walking out of the faculty building their heads buzzing with ideas running them past each other. The next few days were spent in lectures and in any spare time they would start planning and writing the assignment like a journal as a first draft.

My GF is on a worktrip for this week, so I was horny and free to look around a little on my own. So, on my way to work at the train station is always this Junkie chick, looking for her dealers. Sometimes she is begging for money. There are a lot of Junkies in that area, so nothing new for me. But she still looked good. Wasn't completely gone. I hadn't fucked a hole since Sunday, since my GF left, so when I saw her, waiting on the bank, holding her arms tight, looking around, I just got a hard on. It is ... I don't know, desperation is sexy to me. I know it is wrong. But having girls, who are desperate, who need money, who need a place to stay, who wouldn't normally do it, who are not really enjoying it, but doing it out of necessity? Having to use your body just to survive? My Cock couldn't go harder just thinking about it. So I was leaving work and saw her. She was sitting there with her greasy hair and skinny arms wrapped around herself, looking around. She looked like she could be thirty, but was probably younger then that. And I saw some of the regular drug dealers in the train stations. So that meant, she didn't have money to buy her fix. Perfect. I felt a little predatory, a little bit of guilt, but that made my Cock even harder. Thank god I was wearing a longer jacket or everybody could have noticed. So I went by her and there she asked, in her meak voice "Hast du etwas Kleingeld?" (Do you have any change), barley looking at me. I stopped and looked at her. "I have even more, if you wanna help me out a litte", I answered. She looked up, looking at me with her dead eyes. "What do you want?" "Just some fun. There is a hotstel nearby. You can use there undisturbed, get a shower, some food. And we have some fun." I was holding up a 50 Euro Note and her eyes darted immediately to it. "Okay." "When we are finished, there is more." I gave her the banknote and she walked to the next dealer, getting her crack. I saw her eyeing it desperately, as she came back. We went to a hostel near the Station, that rented out the rooms hourly (to accomodate the night trade, that happened in the area). And we got a room. I payed some more to be left alone for some hours, because usually, when they give you a room for an hour, they start knocking at the door after 30 minutes to get you out. The moment we entered she immediately got to it. Heated her stuff up on some aluminium foil and smoked it up. The room stank a little, but I didn't care. I didn't use myself, but I didn't mind others doing it. Hooked people are easily used. She relaxed and smiled and I gave her some peace. "I will get some food", I said and left her sitting on the carpeted floor, where she inhaled her crack. I went to buy some Kebab at the Shop next door and came back, finding her sitting at the same spot, heating up the foil again. After she satisfied her needs, she gobbled down on the Kebab. When she was done with that, she looked to me. Her eyes somemore lively. "Are we doing it now?", she asked. "Yes. But first, take a shower and clean yourself up. I don't mind the smoke, but I like to fuck a clean body." She just nodded and dropped her clothes right there on the ground. I snapped a photo: She didn't look to bad. A bloated tummy, skinny arms and legs, barley any bruises. Pale skin. I took my clothes of and we went into the shower together, where I washed her thoroughly and everywhere. She was at first a little shy and froze, when I began scrubbing her, but then she relented and let me clean her up. My soapy fingers went everywhere. Clearing her pussy, her ass, making sure it was squeaky clean. My Cock was rock hard, but I didn't use her in the shower. I know that the Idea of shower sex is a turn on, but in reality not very practical, especially in such a small one. So I led her back to the bed, fresh and clean. "Lie down", I ordered and she did. Her eyes went dead again. Maybe I should make her smoke some more crack... but no, I've waited long enough. For a moment I thought about getting a blow job, but her teeth were a little ... on the yellowish side, so I let it be. I went on top of her. I probably was more then double her weight. My hairy belly scratched over her white skin while I positioned my big 8 Inch Cock. I looked her in the eyes, but after a second, she looked to the side, at the window with its closed curtains. Barely interested. I shoved my Cock inside her. She was a little dry, but it didn't matter to me. She would become wet. They all did. I saw the pain on her face and thrust harder, shoving my whole length into her. She gritted her teeth, but didn't say anything. She jusy looked at the window with its closed curtains. I started trusting. At first slowly, noticing how she got wetter with every push of my cock. Her breath got faster. I got faster, I needed it. I didn't had a pussy for a week. My big Cock stretched her pussy out, made her wet, while she was looked impassive at the window. I thrust and thrust, my Cock getting painfully hard for this little whore, who let a stranger use her for just some crack. I grunted and exploded in her, filling her with days worth of my cum. I collapsed on her, weighing her down with my full weight. After some seconds she tapped me on the back. "You are heavy", she said. I laughed and got up. I pulled my half hard dick out of her and saw, that we made a mess of cum and blood on the bedsheets. "That was nice", I said. She just said "Hm", sat up and went to the floor, taking the next small stone she crumbled onto the foil. My cum Was leaking out of her onto the carpet, while she sat there, smoking her next high. I got dressed, put a 100 Euros on the side table and said: "I payed for the next three hours, you can stay here for so long". She just looked at me with her dead eyes and I left, feeling good. Without any pressure in my pants I went home.

That would make for an interesting debate in its own context.

Nice smooth hole. Would love to breed you that ass. Are you still on PrEP?

My Master and I had previously discussed impact play, and I was curious, yet very apprehensive about it. Up to this point, I couldn't see how pain could be enjoyable, so I was very nervous about trying it out. My Master was very patient with me in explaining how it was supposed to work, and likened it to the runner's high that I was familiar with. We agreed to give it a try - he'd warm me up with floggers, and depending on how well I took things, would potentially even try some of his single-tail whips on me. I would have a safe word if needed to stop at any time, although he promised that he would be able to read me and scale accordingly. The day we had planned, my master told me we'd skip my morning breeding session, and instead we'd try doing impact play instead. He put on me a thick leather collar, leather wrist cuffs, and a leather hood (with eye covers), and led me over to the door frame which had a rope hanging down from it. He clipped my wrists to the rope and held me briefly from behind, gently asking "Are you ready, boy?", to which I nervously replied in the positive. He started very gently, the flogger barely touching my back. He slowly ramped up the intensity, the leather from the floggers hitting with more force. It still didn't hurt, but I was aware of the hits now. There was a rhythm to the flogger strokes that helped me focus on the sensations. He ramped up the intensity again, each stroke now hitting with enough force that I felt a 'warmness' in my back with each hit. He occasionally would throw in a harder hit in between the lighter strokes. He stopped abruptly and I felt his hands gently run down my back, and I gasped involuntarily - the sensation of his hands on my back sent shivers down my spine. He checked in with me and asked if I was ready for him to ramp up the intensity a bit more, to which I agreed. He started with the flogger again, in a similar rhythm, except this time the lighter hits were harder, and the harder hits were much harder - very 'thuddy'. My left leg started to shake, and I felt my breathing quicken, and the sensations now were definitely into the 'pain' threshold. I'm not sure how long this went on for, but my Master increased the intensity further, such that the heavier strikes knocked the wind out of me, and made me cry out. He stopped abruptly, and I felt his hands gently run down my back again - this time the sensations were much more intense, making me moan out loud and my whole body started trembling. It was like nothing I'd experienced before, pleasure, mixed in with pain, and a sort of floating/detached sensation. My Master hugged me from behind and asked if I was ready for the whip. I could feel his cock, rock hard, rubbing up against me as he hugged me. I felt a strange burst of emotion - my suffering was bringing pleasure to my master, and I wanted to please him with every fiber in my being. I responded as such, and he kissed me on my shoulder. The next thing I heard was the whip crack, and it made me jump and cry out involuntarily. It hadn't actually hit me, but the sound of the whip crack was a shock. The first stroke that actually hit me felt extremely light - just a caress, and not painful at all. That would quickly change. Where the flogger felt like a blunt impact, the whip had a sharp stinging feeling. Stroke after stroke, different parts of my back being hit, my brain was on overdrive. I cried out in pain with each hit, and yet, I didn't want it to stop. My whole body was shaking again at this point. I heard my Master say "I think you've just about had enough", and after one more hard stroke, he stopped and I felt him embrace me from behind. I was gasping and shaking, not able to focus on anything. I felt my hands unclipped from the wall, and was gently guided to a bed. The hood was removed, and I lay there in my master's arms still shaking and gasping, the endorphins running through my body. He held me, gently stroking my head, and I felt a wave of emotion overcome me, and I started sobbing into his chest. "Shhhhh, it's okay, let it out, you're safe here with me." I felt a flood of negative emotions, mostly shame and guilt, leave my body, being replaced with a warmth and feeling of rightness being in my Master's arms. In this moment, I knew that I would do anything that he wanted - anything to please the man that had made me feel so wonderful. I looked up at my master, and he kissed me, tenderly and lovingly. We fucked and he bred me, but it was without a doubt the most loving and tender experience I have ever experienced in my life up to this point. He fucked me missionary, and we kissed while he was fucking me. I cried again as he bred me, tears of happiness this time, not only that I was able to please my Master, but also just how wonderful I felt in that moment. The next few days, I experienced a positive mood adjustment - it was like the beating I had received had cast out the negative energy and emotions from my body. And I was eager as ever to please my Master. Truly a life changing experience for me!

I have been hooking up with a 'straight' married daddy for awhile now and he always insists on using a condom (wife at home). The set up is always the same. Door unlocked me ass up on the couch in the sunroom with a blindfold on, he walks in, hard, puts the condom on and proceeds to fuck me until he nuts. He drops the condom on the floor, full of his cum and leaves. Sometimes I will turn the condom inside out and push his nutt inside me after he leaves. Today, however, was different. He took the condom off at the last minute did one full pump then held just the tip of his cock in me and shot his load! Damn it was hot! Now my hole is wet and leaking his married cum. 😛

I've not had sex with my wife for 19 years. Sex with men is less complicated than with other women. It satisfies a need!

Always proud of his oral skills, Ev's mouth enveloped that magnificent cock. It wasn't just Will's cock, it was Wilhelm's new and improved AIDS cock and that made it even more inspiring. Gradually, he took inch by inch into his mouth, eventually deepthroating the entire 10" and Wilhelm's BULL BALLS were slapping Ev's chin and his nose was buried in sweaty blond pubes, the smell more intoxicating than poppers. The intensity of the experience had Ev salivating like never before. Since he'd be getting fucked with only spit for lube, this was a necessary turnon. Reluctantly releasing Will's/Wilhelm's cock, he said, "You need to know, I won't be cumming tonight!" Slightly confused, Will said, "I'm sure you have your reasons. Would you share them with me? How will you keep yourself from cumming?" Feeling the need for complete honesty, Ev declared, "I want the next load I shoot to carry our strain, whether it be in a poz guy looking for an upgrade or a chaser looking for the ultimate. As for not cumming, I have 2 methods, I envision an ugly woman naked, her cunt is monstrous and has teeth, otherwise, I twist my balls!" "Ev, your reasons are perfectly understandable! Actually, it makes me want to fuck you even more! You're just what I needed and I know it sounds weird, but it feels like Greg sent you to me." Will confessed. Taking charge, Ev commanded, "Assume the pose in Wilhelm's pic and fuck me!" He locked his arms around his knees, offering his hairy ass. Without waiting, Will's/Wilhelm's magnificent was penetrating his pucker. "Ram it in! Keep thrusting until your balls deep! Tear my ass! Fuck me, Wilhelm and give me your med resistant AIDS strain! Let's whisper shout, lest we cause a disturbance." With the hunger of a feral creature, Will/Wilhelm entered Ev relentlessly as if he were a predator and Ev was his prey. "Fuck, your ass is wonderful! So tight, wet and responsive! Take every fucking inch of my death cock, because it's what you're made for!" Pulling Ev in, he thrust his tongue into his mouth and they swapped spit! They broke the kiss. "Ev, this is so beyond mere fucking! It's med resistant AIDS lovemaking and for as long as we have this, you're my lover!" "You're so right!" Ev said through the delicious pain. "This IS med resistant AIDS lovemaking. When I first saw the magazine, I never imagined we'd be lovers. Now, fuck your lover and knock me up with your med resistant AIDS cum! I love your BULL BALLS slapping my ass! Full of your noxious nectar!" He whisper shouted. Suddenly, he felt Will's/Wilhelm's cock pulsate. "Uuugghh, yes!" He grunted as he climaxed. Nine, ten ropes of deathjizz shot into Ev's ass. The smile on Ev's face was half angelic and half demonic but for Will, it was definitely bliss personified. "I'm usually good for 2 more loads, but fuck this took my energy away!" "No need for energy when I can be an active bottom!" Ev declared. "Pull out." He suggested and Will did as he was told, easing his still hard cock out of Ev's ass. Naturally, it was tinged with blood, cum and assjuices. Seeing it in it's med resistant AIDS glory, Ev couldn't help but lick it clean. "Thank you for letting me worship your med resistant AIDS cock! Yummy!" To be continued

Damn that’s 14.25 inches you are my new hero

"Pozibly. pun intended!" Ev chuckled. "Is there anything I can do to try and help it along? Most men have a spot or spots that drive them wild. Tell me where yours is and what you need me to do." Squeezing the throbbing bulge in Ev's sweatpants, Will said. "You certainly don't need any help! My hole is hard wired to my cock! Use your fingers or your tongue and I'm betting something will develop!" Ev kicked off his flipflops and removed his sweatpants and shirt, laying them on the chair. "Make room on the bed for me!" Will did that and Ev climbed on the bed. "Now, sit on my face!" Again, Will complied, his bony ass above Ev's mouth. Pulling his cheeks apart, Ev gave his crack a few licks and then gave his tongue a thrust. "Fuck, my Wilhelm has a tasty ass!" His butt muscles responding and his butt juices flowing. Rimming was one of Ev's favorite activities and Will inspired him to do his best. "Mmmm! What a hot tongue you have!" Will moaned. "Oooohhh! Don't stop. You're bringing your Wilhelm back to life. The pill did it's job, but it's your mouth that's stiffening my cock! See what you did to me!" He rose from Ev's mouth to reveal his rock hard cock in all it's glory. To be continued

I had a married guy I sucked for 12 years until he moved. He just liked me sucking his cock.he made me suck his cock with a girl just watching a few times . Had me suck other guys at his pleasure. He moved. Was fun while it lasted.

Man Up! Plenty of lube! Grunt and bear it! Enjoy the ride!

I would love to be a bottom at such an event!

Just two weeks ago took 103 so lost count now lol.

Chapter 7: Fast Forward. My birthday was several weeks ago, however my birthday camping trip was delayed several weeks due to weather. The trip was going to be either amazing, or terrifying. That morning mom gave me another present and step dad packed up the SUV. Mom said have fun, and said she'd wished she could come, but not into camping. She asked her husband about his gift, and he said he'd give it to him later. Little did either know what that meant. They got into the SUV, but instead of to a campground, a rather sleazy motel. I was confused, and questioned my step dad. He told me he had something to discuss, and besides he hated camping. I then asked about the tent in back. My step dad just laughed and said it was Something more exciting than a tent. They got into the room, quite the roach motel. My step dad lit up a cigarette and offered one to me. At first i declined saying i didn't smoke. My step dad laughed and said the rules were no lies, only truths. My step dad said i needed to be aware of my surroundings when smoking both cigarettes and my friends cock. He then reminded me of the poolside cam, and that i should be happy he saw and deleted them before mom did. They got on the bed together and his step dad immediately asked me if i was gay. I said i was questioning and asked if he was. My step dad said bi, but more gay. He continued by telling me that he considered me gay. I asked why, and he said he's seen me watching him in shower, and admitted he'd watched me shower and play with my cock also. I told my step dad that my friend and I have discussed the same and that we had come to the mutal decision that we were both gay, but inexperienced besides watching his gay porns! My step dad laughed and said, yes I was thinking some were out of place! He then asked me if I wanted some real life experience. I said yes Sir, but your my dad. He replied my step dad, not my flesh and blood. My step Dad said good boy. He said he would address him as boy, and not son, and he was to address him as Sir, and not dad. I totally agreed. My step dad said he was hoping id be open to real experiences, and to get naked under the covers while he went to the SUV to get the tent. Before leaving the room he put in a gay porn, but told me to keep my hands off of my cock. He returned and then put the "tent" on the floor, looking at his step son under the covers creating his own tent! My step dad said this weekend would be one of discovery and learning for both of them. He reminded me that i had to be open to new experiences but if i felt uncomfortable just say, and he'd stop. He also reminded me that if he wanted to do something specific to just ask. With that my step dad stripped and got into bed with me. I told my step dad i wanted to experience my first blow job from an experienced cock sucker. He looked suprised saying he thought me and my friend and had already experienced oral. Isaid yes Sir, but neither of us were experienced at it. My step dad pulled back the covers, putting my pre cumming cock in his mouth, and started to worship my cock more than it had ever been worshipped before. To be Continued in next Chapter under part 2.

Chapter 4: Let's Talk. Although I wanted to tell my friend about what I did on the phone, I knew it had to be in person. It was a few days before he called saying his dad was away, and invited me over. I'm glad it had been a few days, as it gave me some time to think about things. Was I gay, or simply experimenting? I convinced myself it was just experimenting. I was curious to hear what my friend thought. When I arrived he was once again on a lounge chair smoking a cigarette. I got on the chair next to him, and he offered me one. Although not fond of them, I was nervous and thought it would help. Aparently he was nervous too as he immediately lit up another cigarette right after smoking the first. As it turns out, so did I. Luckily it was him that broke the ice by saying he had something to ask me. Funny enough, it was the same question I had for him. Do you think we're gay or just experimenting? I told him I had thought about it and felt it was experimenting. I then asked if he had ever been with a girl, and he said yes, but no sex just making out and kissing. He said that they did get naked and the girl said she wanted him to fuck her, but was a virgin and afraid of his huge cock. He said it was odd, as he didn't get hard with her like he did when we got together. He then asked if I had ever been with a girl, and I admitted I hadn't. I was body conscious and although I wouldn't mind being with a girl, I'd never make the first move, she would have to. He joked saying maybe he should fix us up as she'd be able to take my cock. What an ass, but that's what friends are for! Of course, I always get the last jab in, and told him I was gonna let him taste my cum before, but not now! Of course I was kidding and we both pulled our shorts down and started stroking. It wasn't long before he reached over stroking my cock, and me his. It was amazing stroking a cock at least 2 inches longer than mine. I think he enjoyed stroking mine too as where he had me on length, I had him on girth. It wasn't long before we both shot our loads, and tasted each others cum. His was tasty, but as usual more watery than my thick creamy loads. We then jumped into the pool to rinse off, but I didn't stay long, lying by saying my step dad had plans for us. In reality, I wanted to get home and think about what all had happened earlier. Of course, I was still horny, got naked, grabbed my bottle of lotion and started fingering my hole. This time using my index finger and getting it in up to the knuckle. I'm not sure if I actually hit my prostrate, but I did shoot my first hands free load! Next up. Chapter 5: Just Say Gay

You should be locked in chastity. Then you’re REALLY a faggot.

met a new sub today, we had lots of fun and I put three loads in him over about 4 hours. we had lots of cuddle time between me fucking him and unloading deep. he wanted me to give his boyfriend a load, but I am not as young as I used to be and couldn't get that 4th one out today. gonna be doing him, and BF again hopefully soon.

This anonymous atmosphere is what makes me horny. Put the cock through and let it serve. I don't want to know who's on the other side. Before that, I let them watch me jerk off. But at a distance. I'm a Egging-Top and so I show what my cock can do 😎. Still lube on it...then stick my cock through. Hey, make something out of it 😉 on the picture just real

He fell down on top of me exhausted, his sweat dripping mixing with my cum. He spit out “that’s a good boy” as he thrust his hips deeper and held me forcibly in place. Did he say second load? This just might have been the fuck of my life but I didn’t consent to no condoms, nor one let alone two loads. Before he got off me the terror set in and the prayers started. “God what did I do. Please let me be ok. Let him be negative. Let this be safe.” But I was also aware I needed to be cool, appreciative and thankful. Every Top, and especially every Alpha deserved respect — and a man this ripped and powerful deserved it four times over. As he lay there breathing heavy and sweating from his tight muscled frame I thought “that was amazing” and “I wonder if he’ll fuck me again.” Eventually he got up, grabbed a towel, pulled out and pressed the towel onto my hole. “Want a water?” he said as he turned and struted out of the room. When he quickly returned I was sitting on the edge of the bed cleaning up. He threw me a water bottle and said “I’ve got to shower, you’ve got to go” and he kicked my jeans on the floor closer to my feet. His dick leaked a drop of precum as he guzzled his water. In the time he was done with it I was dressed on my knees and milking his dick. No eye contact since he bred me he stood me up, and walked me to the living room. I grabbed my shoes by the door and sat on his couch to tie them. That is when I saw it — in slow motion I noticed on his glass coffee table were three issues of P-O-Z magazine. I froze, my stomach dropped and blood drained from my face. I could hardly think or move. I looked up — and with solid eye contact he said “I’ll need that ass again Saturday.” He turned opened the door wide and said “see ya kid.” Dizzy I took a step into the hall, I tried to look back at him as the door closed and light shut off. I never got his name. As I walked in the dark leaking cum, I wondered “how did I just get a strangers Poz load up my ass?” And “am I going to again on Saturday?”

Part 6 – Craving the Gift Liam stood over Martin and James, deciding it was time to take the handsome young man for himself. Too many young guys struggled trying to take Liam’s cock. Liam had waited until his next conquest had been opened up and properly stretched so Liam could enjoy taking him. He’d taken lots of younger guys, most of them would-be models giving it up for a chance to network in the industry; too many of them were adequate at best, and failed to earn the gifts he had to share. James was going to be a rare treat. Intelligence, youth, and success on top of his incredible looks. He was someone who was used to controlling his situation and directing the outcome. Liam was about to take all of that away from James. “He’s coming for you,” Martin said into James’ ear. James watched as Liam took up position between his legs. Some small part of his mind was saying this was crazy — getting fucked out in public like this, surrounded by strangers, and someone he barely knew anything about preparing to take him. But the rest of him craved what was happening in a way he’d never felt before. Liam looked like a Norse god, his blonde hair blazing in the late afternoon sun, his lean, muscular body stretching up into the sky above James’ own athletic body. Liam was stroking his long, uncut cock, spreading lube up and down his shaft in preparation to take James. He felt like a mortal sacrifice awaiting his fate. Liam exuded confident energy and strength: James could only submit himself to Laim’s raw desire. He couldn’t resist. Wordlessly, his legs lifted, knowing this was the right thing to do. Liam grinned, looking down upon the athletically toned 20-something spread before him. The guy was half his age, his legs up and hole eagerly awaiting Liam’s pleasure. The blonde man leaned forward, his body’s weight hovering and then settling on top of James, pressing the younger man’s knees into his shoulders and exposing his freshly bred hole as Liam’s long, stiff cock began to seek it out on its own. He pressed his weight into James, the hot young man groaning in submission. The French-Canadian cock was like a long pole that he deliberately sank into the anxious younger man’s vulnerable hole. James groaned as the hefty cock filled him. He could feel it’s length going deeper than any of the others he’d taken this week. “oh yeah,” Liam exhaled, letting his cock rest inside the young piece of ass. “I can feel the other loads in you. You’re a little whore, aren’t you?” His accent sounded thicker than earlier and incredibly sexy. He flexed his cock, and James whimpered. “Your ass is pozzed now. You want an ass full of poz loads, don’t you, whore?” “Yes,” James said meekly. He was finding it impossible to take a full breath with Liam pressed on top of him. Liam began moving his cock, at first just a few long, deep strokes, but then he angled the strokes, stretching James’ athletic ass even wider than the other. James had never had an uncut cock inside him before; he could feel the hardness sliding in and out of its uncut sheath. It felt like a massage rather than the usual friction. James was instantly under Liam’s spell. “Uhhhhhh. Ah! Uhhhhh!” “Do you see the crowd around us? They all see what a whore you are. They want to see me breed you.” James felt a thrill surge through him. Everything Liam said was true. “Let them hear you moaning like a little whore.” Liam plunged his long cock into James’ slick hole. “UHHHH!” James didn’t have to try to be louder. His moans and groans were genuine as the powerful man used him. Liam shifted positions so he was kneeling on the blanket, James legs bent on either side of him. Both men’s physiques were fully displayed for the hungry crowd. Liam’s tall, slender body flexed as he drove his cock in and out of the man half his age. James’ athletically built body was laid bare for all eyes, his thick pecs heaved and glistened with sweat in the waning daylight, his toned legs wrapped on either side of the man pounding him. Liam rose up and backward onto his knees, gripping James’ ankles and spreading him wide. He plunged his long dick into his conquest, savoring the young man’s grunt as he was impaled, and then slowly pulled out, letting the head rest in the spasming sphincter muscle. Liam watched the head of his thick cock as it teased the hungry hole, plugging just the head in and out of the hole. Despite the pounding it was taking, Liam felt the young man’s sphincter closing around his cock with every stroke. “FUCK! Your ass is so hot! No wonder everyone in town is breeding it.” James wanted to say something, but that part of his brain had shut down. All he could do was moan, grunt and whimper as this god mounted and used him. Again and again he felt himself filled with the stiff tool that took his breath away, and the intense mingling of relief and desire whenever the long shaft pulled out. He’d never experienced anything like this before — used as a fuck toy outdoors in front of a crowd. He felt exhilarated! And he didn’t want it to end. Again he groaned, barely believing that he was the person making these noises, under the spell of this man who he’d only met a couple hours ago. “This is so hot to watch,” Martin whispered in his ear. “My husband’s cock is amazing, isn’t it?” Again James wanted to speak, but all that came out was a half-grunt and a nod as Liam impaled him again. Martin ran his hand over James’ sculpted pecs and abs, feeling the muscles ripple as the young man was fucked senseless in the dunes. James’ muscular legs were bent in the air as Liam pressed himself deep inside. Martin knew this was simply a conquest for Liam — he likely wouldn’t remember the much younger man’s name tomorrow, but he would relish having taken someone with such a hot body. “Hold his arms back,” Liam commanded Martin. James felt his arms pressed out to the sides, Martin’s strength holding him down, unable to do anything but accept the pounding from this blonde god. Martin was hard again watching James powerless between them. He wanted to kiss James deeply, but didn’t want to sacrifice hearing the younger man’s desperate moaning. “Uhhhhhh! Ah! Uhhhh!” Liam felt the last vestiges of control seep out of James’ body. He had him. Now it was time to finish his conquest and claim his prize. “You want my gift, don’t you, whore?” Liam said as he started to pick up the pace of his fucking. James moan as his ass was spread wider. He knew what was coming. He desperately wanted it. And all he could do now was moan for it. “Little whore is ready for this poz load.” Liam stretched forward again, his body covering James’ athletic body, pressing the young man into the blanket and the sandy dune beneath it. James was trapped and powerless. Liam was pounding deep into the upturned ass, his long strokes becoming shorter and more intense as the pressure in his balls began to build exponentially. At first James could feel the blonde god’s heavy balls slapping against his bare ass, but that sensation faded as Liam got closer to cumming, his balls drawing up tight as they prepared to release. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Liam’s head rocked backward even as he plunged downward into the hungry hole. He gave several primal grunts, marking each of the deep thrusts that he allowed to linger inside James’ ass. James felt the shock waves rocking Liam’s body as he began to pumping his pozzed jizz into him. He felt the thick cock spasming as it released a wave of cum. Liam grunted again, letting his cock slide deep up into James’ guts, extracting a groan from the young man who was feeling yet another load filling him. Liam’s body quaked as his muscle tension released. Conquests should be savored, and he looked into the freshly conquered boy’s eyes. There was total submission in James’ eyes; an acceptance of his fate as a cumdump. Liam stayed inside him, wanting to be certain that none of his seed escaped the little whore’s ass. He wanted to see him trek back across the dunes, a marked whore with the loads still inside his prime piece of ass. Martin leaned forward and kissed James passionately. Liam withdrew, rolling his weight back into a kneeling position. He admired his own glistened cock, covered with frothy cum. He stood up, gazing down on his conquest. James was laying there in the waning sunlight as a few guys in the crowd clapped before moving on. James couldn’t move and laid there breathing heavily. His body was exhausted while totally relishing the intense sexual experience. He could feel his stretched hole wet with lube and cum, and couldn’t imagine anything better. I watched for a couple moments longer as Martin caressed James, then turned away, leaving my cumdump boyfriend laying there in the dunes.

You learn things in life that help you if you are an escort. I went to a well-known college as many who leave with a degree and a big student loan that they will be paying for years. I left with a degree and no student loans as I fuck my way through college as an escort. I learned its more than sticking your dick in someone's ass or having someone fuck you and suck their dick as no two clients are the same, so I had to go to school and get another kind of education. There is this saying. "Why do you put someone in Bondage? It's so you can fuck them." You see people wearing shoulder harness or jock straps. They are there so you can grab onto as a Top and control the one getting fuck. At M.A.L, I.M.L. Folsom Street either west coast or the east coast one many are wearing shoulder harness as a fashion statement. In NYC there was this group called GMSMA Gay Male Sadist Masochist Association that would have meetings on how to do things. One of the founders would invite you to his home a small number of men. Gill class would be every other Sunday for three months, and there I was taught a lot. Everyone would have experience both side as a Top and then as a bottom. You would get 1/4 inch rope from the hardware store and Gill would you how to do a chest harness, or a hogtie which is to immobilize someone that you can play as you wish. The same goes true for saran wrap, but you have to be careful as its easy to get overheated in it. I have taken classes on how to suspend people as once you are up in the air, there is little they can do. In NYC every Sunday the NYC Bondage Club has a meeting you will see people tied up getting played with, for some it's about the rope and others its to be fuck or edge till you cum and some it's to get fisted. How to use and how it feels to be hit by floggers, canes, whips and by hand so you don't get hurt and the bottom is safe but might leave with some marks. There is nothing hotter than seeing someone walking around at Folsom Streets or other events with some marks on their back or ass cheeks. Doing electric play is the use of a Tens Unit or a Violent Wand, I prefer a Tens Unit as what you can do. I said this once I can make Thad cum by not touching him, but I will fuck him in the ass and spank him and not penetrate him or leave one mark. You take four Tens pads put two on the ass cheeks of his butt and two on either of his hole. After I tied Thad to the table, I then spanked Thad till he was screaming for me to stop. Then it was to get Thad to cum; I started real slow with the power knob, and in 5 minutes his dick was standing straight up, and he was moving around like he was trying to fuck. As I increase the power, his motions were getting more violent like he was trying to power fuck someone and then he exploded with cum flying all over. I did not leave a mark nor did I penetrated his ass but he did cum. No two people are wired the same as each one gets off. Differently, that is why I learned about massages and how to do them right ever pressure point massage. You ever have a knot in a muscle the only way to get that out is by doing a pressure point massage. It's painful, but in a few hours you will feel great but do dring a lot of water. When I do a massage, I like being naked as I use my whole body even dragging my dick along their body — it nice before we fuck like its a way of connecting with the person. Today I still see some of the clients who it was fun to be with as I'm now helping my younger brother go through school and not leaving school owning a few $100 hundred thousand dollars to a bank. OK I know this was borning, but I had to get out of the way as its just part of my life. This is what I have learned in life so far and to let others know its more than just getting fuck or dropping a load as an Endorphin rush is just as powerful as a slam, but you have to spend the time to ramp it up.

I thought it would hurt my escort business showing locked up in chastity, but I was so wrong as they like have me being lock up submissive boy. I'm spending a lot of time working on the farm upstate working with Tom & Jerry fixing what we can do and getting contractors to do some significant work. Heat in the barn. Fix the pool so it will be heated. Hot tub near the pool. A bubble cover for the pool & hot tub area so it can be used all during the winter. In the barn, we install a few crosses to bound men to so they be flogged, canned or whip. Six hardpoints, for suspension with wrenches to lift people so they can be played with while they are in the air. The sling area has a sloping floor of concrete with a drain in the middle for easy cleaning. There is also a place to do piss play. They ask us to build a lacing table using boat cleats in the shape of a man that will have a hole for your face and the other one for your dick or ass. I was on the table and rope goes from cleat to cleat just like was done in Gulliver"s Travels so you can not move. I was face up, and underneath the fuck-machine was in place and with a dildo in my ass as they put a sound bar in my dick suction cups on my nipples and tortured me for a few hours. There is also a medical area for people getting pierced or being branded to show you are now a full member. I'm asked by the owners to be a server for an upcoming party they are holding. They want me to dress as a female maid, and I'm to wear 6 inches high heels a latex dress. As I have been doing Yoga since I moved here, I'm very flexible, balancing my self should not be hard as I found out the first time I put them on they are not bad but after 4 hours my feet were killing me. I get to the party a few hours as they have a makeup artist to make me look a female bitch. The latex is tight dress is short as it just covers my chastity device. The people attending are well dressed in business suits as I walk around serving drinks after I serve I stand still and some grab my dick in its cage or put their fingers in my ass. They say no words to me, but the motion me to squat as they pull out their dicks and I know they want me to service their dick till they explode in my mouth and I'm expected to swallow it all and leave their dick perfectly clean. Some want to fuck me, so I grab my ankles, and they fuck me hard no lube as I'm just a sissy maid faggot who holes are made for fucking, sucking and giving others pleasure.

As that and I walk around off in a corner, we see this boy hiding in the grass of the pool area. We go up to him, and I say to my self WOW what a find as he is gorgeous looking with a skinny swimmer built. I go up to him and ask him what is wrong. I think I'm in the wrong place as all I have ever done is kiss and suck a few dicks. I say it OK as I ask Thad to get some drinks and he is thirsty. I know what kind of drink Thad is going to get him and will be bringing back some party supplies. I ask him if he has ever smoked marijuana and he said SURE. While we are waiting for Thad to come back, the boy tells me he has never been fuck in the ass. I say to my self JACKPOT a virgin, and we are going to get back as I know one of the drinks will have GHB in it and 15-20 minutes later he will be all ours. We get him to drink the spiked drink, and he is thirsty, as in one swig, it all gone as Thad lights some weed that has Tina in it. In a few minutes, I'm kissing him, and Thad is sucking his dick, and he is a good kisser as I twist his nipples he is so responsive to our advances as I turn him over so I'm on the bottom and he is on top of me. I wrap my legs around his legs, so Thad has access to his virgin hole, That has his face buried and knowing him he has some numbing lube so we can get into his virgin hole. I see Thad is ready and will be going slow as he is moaning like a bitch in heat as his cock is hard as it is rubbing against mine as I hold him tight as Thad is fucking him as a lover would. As Thad climbs off, I whisper to him to show respect to Thad and to clean his dick off as it's my turn to get into your hole now. As he is cleaning the cum and anal juices off Thad dick, I see a little blood. I grab a piece of Tina and put in his hole as Thad gave him a nice slow fuck, but I'm not going to be nice, as the head of my dick is just in. I feel all the cum Thad deposited in his hole as I drive in balls deep, his grunting is forcing me to fuck him harder. This hole is tight and feels so great as he is sucking Thad dick and is taking my dick in his former virgin hole. When I pull out, he turns around and cleans the cum and some blood off my dick. Three years later I saw him at a conversion party he looks like hell with POZ, Scorpion and Bio Hazard tattoos on his body. Later when it was his turn as the cum dump he took it like a champ and if anyone here was POZ or not on meds he would get knocked up here. I spent my 8 hours as the cum dump all parTies up and had a fantastic time as later my body like piss from all the chem piss I had ingested and maybe the 15 loads in my hole. The time we spent here was a lot of fun and hope we get invited back again. Back home I get a message that the owners of the farm want to speak to me about joining their group. They ask me a lot of questions to make sure I know what I'm getting my self into as I will be like a slave and they're and members property till I become a full member. They fit me for a chastity cage that I will be in for the next nine months and the chain to go around my neck that I will wear all the time as I'm a bottom. Any member can come up to me anywhere say the password; they can take me and have their way with me. The cage took a few weeks to get used to, and they kept putting smaller and smaller chastity cages on me till my dick was shriveled up. Under my left elbow when I become a member, I will be given a brand. It was raining hard so instead of riding my bike to work I took the subway home. This older man came up to me look at the chain around my neck, said the password then said follow him. We went to his apartment building no words spoken, as I know what to do when I enter to take my clothes off getting into the slave position, he puts his dick in my mouth, and when he is hard, he motions me to get on all fours. No lube or spit and he drives right in and fucks me as rough and as hard as he can. I feel him cum and then he pulls out and I know I have to clean his dick off and when done I get dress and leave.

With dicks in my mouth and Fred pushing his fist going in me I hear laughter from Thad and the friends he brought in edging Fred to go in more, the pressure I'm feeling is making me want more. Fred says this pig is clenching his sphincter on my arm and is trying to draw me in more. Joe says stand back as he is getting another slam. As I'm coughing my brains out as Fred is pushing, there is some pain, and he sees I can't take more and backs out a little. I'm back to getting face fuck again, and Fred is moving the hand back forth going faster and faster. Joe is jerking me off, and as I cum Fred pulls his hand out in the shape of a fist and its WOW. Fred asks how I feel, and its great as that was the best orgasm I have ever had, but my hole is so empty. Thad says untie and get him out of the sling as for if his hole feels empty, we know how to refill it. They take me to the shower first to get off the Crisco off. Then put me on the bed on, and they start to fuck me, and I still feel empty as their dicks are like a finger going in my stretched out cunt. I'm fuckup from the G and Tina I had taken. Their balls slapping against my ass and their hands are slapping my but cheeks. The talk I hear is what a hole and maybe one day we can get to knock him up. When I wake up the next day, Thad is next to me with his arm around me, and my hole feels fantastic but so empty. The train ride home I was sleeping and just went to bed right after we walked into our home. Thad asks about my life back home in Nebraska. I have four older brothers and one who is seven years younger than me. My father family is from Sweden and have been on this farm for over 100 years; my four older brothers take after our father, blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin 6 feet 175-200 lbs. Our mother was born in Mexcio, and my younger brother and I take after her, black hair, brown eyes with a bubble butt. I was lucky as my parents knew I was Gay before I knew I was. It seemed I was always the smallest boy in school, so they picked on me. I did not play sports, so I stayed in the library studying and doing well. Living on a farm, you learn early on how to fix things and keep equipment running during harvest season. Its hard work and long hours but it's not for me as I don't want to live the rest of my life alone as there is no Gay community around here I don't have any real friends except for my family but that only goes so far. So I moved to NYC for school and to live my life as a Gay male. Thad ask can I help some of his friends out as one of them bought an old farm that has a large house, barn, and some outbuildings. I say sure I'm willing to take a look at them and see what they need to bring the place right. They want to make it into a place for a weekend retreat for Gay men to play. They would like to have benches, crosses, slings, cages and hooks to suspend boys from. Tom & Jerry pick me up in there white van that I will spend many hours traveling up to the Farm as its a 2 1/2 hour ride. Once I get there, I see the buildings are in beautiful shape. It has many acres land, but its all over grown and needs a good mowing. I find a tractor and fix the engine and spend the next 7 hours mowing the grass. Tom & Jerry are handy and have great bodies with swimmer build as they are sweating they take off their shirts and expose their rip bodies with both having a POZ tattoo on their chest with nipple rings. We spent three days up here cleaning up the place before we head back to NYC. Lot of work was done, Thad wants me to meet the owners of the farm.

The NYC Black Party I will be with Mr. X for the Black Party weekend. It is a huge dance party with some dark areas you can go to Youtube to see some of what goes on and the music with some of the performance, but it's the dark areas where all the fun is. Mr. X calls me the week before to go over to the Leatherman on Christopher St. and get fitted for some leather he wants to have. Omar tells me this is going to either a lot of fun or harrowing experience with Mr.X. I have no idea whats Mr.X wants me to get, but the clerk behind the desk does know what I'm to get. He leads me by the hand down these winding stairs to the basement. I have never seen so many things and don't know what they are for, but in time I think I will. He fits me for a harness to go over my chest and under my arms, then some leather pants with a zipper in the back that has to be made smaller because of my small body and the same go with some chaps that feel great. While I'm being fitted, the tailor has his hands all over my body, and he sees my dick is rock hard and is smiling then says you are going to the Black Party as someone boy, I say YES. Friday I go over to Mr.X hotel, and I'm not even in the door he is taking my clothes off and expecting my body. Boy, you look so young in your pictures but legal, I'm going to have a lot of fun with you and might fun also. Mr.X is 6ft 185 with a nice muscular build in his leather. He puts a chain around my neck and locks it up. Your name is now boy, and you are my property as the contract you signed so get face down and let me inspect your hole. Boy, you have a nice hole, and it still looks like a virgins hole. I feel his finger prodding me with no lube, and I know I need it Boy, I think you are one of thous lube whores let me get you started. Boy, you are going to like this. I'm sitting on the side of the bed as Mr.X has a syringe in his mouth a rope in one hand and a sealed alcohol pad in the other. He ties off my arm real tight wipes a spot. I feel the prick of the needle. Boy, watch this as I'm going to educate you on a slam. He pulls back a little and stops as blood enters the syringe an says. Look into my eyes, and as he does he pushes the plunger in and takes off the rope off, as I am coughing he flips me over on my stomach spreads my ass cheeks with his lubed up fingers work there way in my hole. He pulls out and inserts a butt plug in and says relax boy. Mr.X so this is the first time see him naked, and I'm in big trouble now. He has a baseball bat between his legs as a dick with a large P.A. Boy, I'm not going to shove it in, but it's going to be very slow as I want you to enjoy this weekend. So put the harness on so I have something to grab onto, so you don't try to run away on me. The slam was a good one, and the lube is warming up the inside of my hole as I put the harness on and get onto the bed on my stomach. Mr.X spreads my legs as I feel his weight pressing down on my body as he is teasing my hole with his P.A. Mr.X is pushing slow and I feel the pressure but no pain. The girth of his dick is spreading me open as he goes in deeper. Boy, my dick is now in you, but we have a lot more to go you just let me know if its too much for you. Mr.X is patient with me as he goes deeper but, I love the feeling, so I want to show him how much I love the size of his dick, so I back up on his dick, and he smacks my ass cheek. Boy, you want more so here it goes as I'm now balls deep well past your second ring. He starts to slow fuck as I feel him pour more lube as its running down the crack of my ass. Mr.X allmost pulls out of my hole and then drives back in, he turns me over onto my back with my legs up in the air as I can see his face and how happy he is and how much I'm enjoying getting fuck. Boy' you ready for my load as I have been waiting a month to breed your hole. He is balls deep as I feel his dick pulsing out a massive load into me and lays on top of me with his dick impaled in my hole. When he pulls out, I turn around and clean his dick as he puts a plug in my hole so I will be ready for round two. Friday night we went three more rounds before I crashed. Saturday at the Black Party.

PART 3 As I gratefully slurped on Jake's fat poz dick, I couldn't get over how sweet his seed tasted as it dripped from his twitching cock. Precum continued to pulse out of his shaft. His balls still hung heavy with millions of infected sperm. I wanted all of that seed swimming up in my guts, taking over my body, colonizing me with his deadly DNA. I looked up at him, and he grinned at me, shaking his head and laughing. "That's only your first load, and you're already addicted to my virus," he said. "You're such a good boy. You ready for more poz dick?" "Fuck yeah," I said, arching my back even more and spreading my knocked-up cunt for Trey, who was rubbing the head of his raw cock against my dripping hole. Trey slapped my ass. "That's not just a hole anymore," he said to me. "That's a fuckin' CUMhole. Isn't that right, boy?" "Yes," I answered. "What's that cumhole for?" Trey asked. "For taking raw dick and poz seed," I said. "Damn, Jake. He's such a good boy," Trey said. "I think he deserves a little bump of T inside this swollen cunt." "Fuck yeah, baby," Jake said, leaning over to spread my hole with his hands. "Put a few shards on the end of your raw dick and work 'em in. Make him bleed a little more. Get him even hungrier. I want him good and wrecked before Beau shoves his toxic dick inside this hungry little fuckhole. Hey, boy," he said to me. "You feel that cum dripping out of your cunt? Trey's gonna plug you up with his dick and work all that poz jizz into your little neg butt, your tissues, your bloodstream. He's gonna rub my sperm deeper into you. And from here on out, we're only gonna use our virus as lube. Got that?" "Yes," I answered. "Yes. Please. I want it. More poz seed. Inside me. Deeper. Please." Jake grunted approval. As I kept worshipping his twitching poz dick, I heard Trey rustling around in a plastic bag behind me. Then I felt the head of his cock push up inside my hole, along with a scratching, burning heat that first made me tense up. But just a moment later, hunger radiated up my spine, and I backed my hole onto his dick in one greedy backward thrust. "Thatta bitch," said Trey. "Fuck yourself on my poz dick, boy. Fuck yourself to death. I want to see how much you want my virus." I pushed off his cock, then pushed back again to swallow his shaft with my partied-up hole. Then again. And again. Faster. Hungrier. Grunting, panting, whimpering with pain and insane pleasure, possessed by a deep need for these men to make me theirs forever. I glanced over at Beau, who was still hard at work under the desklamp. Were those needles in his hands? And why was one of the syringes a deep shade of red? Trey didn't last long: after a minute or two of watching me impale myself on his poz dick, he grabbed my hips and reclaimed control of my neg cunt. "Fuck, Jake," he said. "I'm not gonna last much longer. This boy needs another dose of our strain. Don't you, boy?" I whimpered. Jake smacked me on the side of the head. "Trey asked you a question, boy. Do you want his strain?" "Yes, I want his poz strain," I replied. "Please infect me. Knock my ass up. Make me yours. Own me. POZ ME. PLEASE." Hearing that, Trey's breath grew shorter, and his dick got even harder. "Fuck you, bitch," he said to me. "You're getting pozzed tonight whether you want it...or...NOT." Then he went into a convulsive, ass-pounding orgasm, his poz dick pumping stream after stream of tainted cum into my wide-open neg hole. As he continued to shake with each pulse of his fat dick, I pushed my ass against him again, working his cock with my swollen cunt, doing everything I could to drain him completely and get that strain as deep as it could go. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Beau watching us from the desk, his hand working his dick as his balls bounced with every stroke. I was mesmerized by those balls -- low and full and deadly. Beau smiled. "I think this boy's ready for the next stage of his initiation," he said to Jake. Jake nodded. With Trey's dick still twitching inside my slopped-up cumhole, Beau walked over and knelt down beside me, turning my face to look at him. He was in his late twenties, and had the look of a fratboy gone to the dark side: backwards ball cap, strong jawline, military haircut, muscled-up pecs, and a trail of fur running down the middle of his abs to a veiny cock, even bigger than Jake's, that was perfect for pozzing up uninitiated jockboy hole. It was his eyes that gave him away: dark, almost pitch-black, piercing, the eyes of a Devil who's out to destroy. "We've made you into a hungry boy," he said to me. "But it's time to make you even hungrier. Are you ready to be a shameless, trashy cumpig for us to pimp out and poz up all night long? You ready to go to the next level?" I nodded. "I'm ready," I said. "I'll do anything. I want your virus. Bad." "Anything?" "Anything. Please. Poz me." Beau grinned, and turned to Trey. "Let's put him on the couch," he said. "Prop up his arm on a pillow." He walked back to the desk, returning with four syringes. He handed one each to Jake and Trey, put another behind his ear, and held out the last one for me to see. It was a deep crimson red. "See that, boy? That's my blood. I melted a syringe full of Tina with my fucking toxic blood, and I'm gonna pump this into your vein. After that, you're gonna be 50 times higher than you are right now. By that point, you won't even feel like a hot little jockboy anymore -- you'll be nothing but a hole, and you'll welcome every AIDS-infected cock deep in your wrecked cunt. You ready for that, fucker?" I turned to Jake. He rubbed my chest reassuringly. "It's OK, pig," he told me. "Believe me, you want this. Just trust us. You'll fucking love it." Beau was already applying a tourniquet to my arm. Meanwhile, Jake and Trey were doing the same to theirs. "Watch Jake do his hit," Beau said to me. "He's going to stick the needle in his vein, draw it back to make sure that he's directly connected to his bloodstream, then push the plunger in. That delivers the T right into his circulatory system. Watch." I watched. Jake inserted the needle. He pulled back the plunger, a flood of red filling the syringe. Then he pushed the plunger in, pulled the needle out, and released the tourniquet, raising his arm above his head. His mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back. He let out a long, shaky breath. And his dick suddenly curved even further upward, a stream of precum oozing out of his piss-slit as he broke into an ecstatic grin. "See that?" said Beau. "Now, it's gonna be really intense at first. You might feel like you're having trouble breathing, and you might feel really warm all of a sudden. But don't worry -- that's normal. Just relax into it. OK?" "OK," I said, resting my arm on the pillow. Beau had no trouble finding a vein, gently inserting the needle into my arm. Even from that initial puncture, I felt a tiny rush from the T on the needle. He pulled the plunger back, and the red color of the syringe grew even darker. "Ready, boy?" he said, looking me in the eye. "You ready to take my virus directly into your bloodstream?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "Push that poz blood into me." "You didn't have a choice, bitch." He plunged the syringe's contents into my vein just before releasing the tourniquet. It hit me immediately. I felt a powerful rush in my head, and I went into a coughing fit as I tasted something chemical at the back of my throat. Then my breathing grew shallow, causing me to have a moment of panic -- but then Jake was lying down next to me, wrapping his arms around me, running his hands over my chest and stomach. "Just relax, buddy," he said. "It's OK. It's intense, I know. But just relax into it. Relax." I looked him in the eyes, my breathing still tense and labored. "Here," he said. "Does this help?" With a light touch of his fingers, he moved down to my slopped-up cumhole, gently inserting two fingers just an inch or two into my cunt. As soon as his fingers entered my knocked-up butt, all thoughts of panic vanished. Suddenly my fuckhole was the center of my universe -- it expanded around his fingers, seemed to expand into the entire room. I was nothing but a hungry slammed-up poz-craving cunt dripping with two loads of viral seed. Nothing else -- just a hole, ready to surrender to any dick that wanted to mark me and charge me up. My eyes rolled back in my head, I let out a long, low moan, and my hole felt ready to swallow Jake's hand. He grinned. "There you go," he said. "That's the sound of a slampig being born." I looked up toward Beau, who was just then plunging the syringe into his vein. My eyes fixated on his cock as it twitched and dripped during his initial rush. Meanwhile, he stared right back at me. "Show me your slampig fuckhole," Beau said. "Spread it. I wanna see what I'm gonna flood with poz seed." I spread my cum-soaked, torn-up hole as far as I could. He watched me with his dark Devil eyes, jacking his unmedicated poz cock, his fat shaft glistening like steel. "Nice," he said to me, his eyes gleaming with a hunger to destroy me -- me, this helpless negboy bitch with veins pumped full of Tina and tainted blood. "Keep those legs up, boy. I'm gonna pound that cunt and poz you the fuck up." MORE SOON...